Mobius Strip

To forgive is to release. 
To let go. To be held.

To arrive at where we want to end,
we grasp for it. Without knowing 

how to hold our own hand,
we cling to it. Where we came from,

Jesus and Buddha are there. 

Let he who seeks remain always seeking
until he finds, and when he finds he will be troubled

by the face of who he longs for. Returning to dust. 
Engulfed in sleep. Like grass renewing itself. The 

darkness conceals him, as a mother’s womb. 

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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