at times..i feel true and i feel balanced, but most of all i just feel
it is devoid of time, of anything in particular
it is both shapeless and nameless, without specificity to words
or any feeling we can define with words we know
or believe we think we know
i feel that i am existing somehow both with everything and nothing
as a grand oneness, as it all is me, everything i can see
and things i do not
if i close my eyes it is the same
i feel i am the way smoke moves...it is and also becomes silk in a way
i feel i am also a blade of grass, existing in pure randomness
unaware of its affect and innocent of its influence
just being, just trivial yet so important
....right in the middle of it all...this infinite story
both shadows and sunlight continuing here and there
just putting around, always arriving and departing to now and then
like a sailboat without its oars, unafraid, unprepared, unattached,
floating everywhere
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