From My Dearest Friend — Poetry — Headless- Moca McCarty Photo

From My Dearest Friend:

what to do when there is no self found to harm, no one to condemn, nothing to confront in this alone understanding? Perhaps we could call this “non-dual” depression — or better still, simply allow it to arise without labels, without need to manipulate it to a different state of mind. There is no making light of this — some moments seem to overwhelm me, darkness applies itself through better parts of my days. Not…