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no more hungry ghosts


my days
of feeding the hungry ghosts
are over

the men (and sometimes women)
who hover
on the outside
wanting to steal my soul
and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd
to drink from
when they are empty
or sad
or lonely

no more!

i see your pain and sorrow
and yes,
you are loved

but you
must learn
to drink from your own vessel

as i learn to drink
from mine

and so it is

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