Clasp
September 3, 2022The wind the light the forbidden
the artist the cold and remembering.Clasp the illusion and the meaning
you are suffering the artificial.Softly feel this incredible No-thing
abandoned for fortune, compromised
disillusioned; pleasure And whispers.Until spring finally arrives.
Ends
Tell nobody you shimmer
neither life nor plumage impress the changing
imperceptible realities.Not all souls know their defects
beauty was special, sensible, located
god and the word was there.You found special preferred light
the stars constant paradox want hopes.Naive eyes, with suspicious concern
know that everything life held once
ends.You are that
The world is a collection of objects.
That which perceives the objects
Cannot itself be an object.
You are That.
Ocean
Be the Ocean
Not the boat
