beautiful
is
drifting in the
nameless waters
between
unsleep and sleep
* *
freedom comes
not from being
a fugitive — never
mind an adversary;
taking into
soft intimacy
your quiet and strong tormentor
delivers the key
* *
happiness is
falling
silently
into this
myself
non-self
unself
now
* *
still,
is a dust mote
watching
listening
serene
in the eye
of twisting
leaves
* *
meaning is
a looking mind
the (post-)
probing
into life
under-understood
I like the rythym and flow of the words.
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🙂 thanks, again.
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