Sylvia | sometimesihatemycat

Sylvia

I will serve no one
Not even me, only living
Will be my lover

I will serve no order
Not even thine, only chaos
Will be my minister

I will serve no wellness
Not even mine, this sickness
Will be my mistress

I will serve no comfort
Not even bliss, only suffering
Will be my savior

I will serve no silence
Not for long, this voice
Will be my villain

I will serve nothing
Not even my self, impermanence
Will be my master

-a.r.

Painting: Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath
by Aleksej Daniel Djermanovic

~ by April on December 31, 2014.

Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Identity, Marriage, Meditation, Poetry, Women's Issues, Writing
Tags: bliss, Change, Comfort, Impermanence, Independence, Life, meditation, No-self, plath, poetry, Self, sickness, Suffering, sylvia, wellness, Writing, Zen

5 Responses to “Sylvia”

Superb

Romantic Dominant said this on January 1, 2015 at 7:03 am | Reply
- Thank you. I hope the new year is treating you well.
  
  April said this on January 1, 2015 at 11:28 am | Reply
  - It is early days, but it has promised me better than its predecessor
    
    Romantic Dominant said this on January 1, 2015 at 1:50 pm | Reply
    - I am happy for you. Not sure about mine yet…we will see.
      
      April said this on January 1, 2015 at 9:18 pm
    - You might be a little premature on being happy for me – these evening years seem unreliable in their promises. I hope yours will be full of good things.
      
      Romantic Dominant said this on January 2, 2015 at 4:15 am

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