these things
these moments
where everything surrounds and there is absolutely no doubt that this is infinite
infinite truth
resonant whatchamacallit
and somehow in these moments i am alone
i finally am in a space where this piece of memory metal receives signal
for me to write and tell this interworld
where I AM
it is difficult to live in the surface
in smiles and descriptions of sleep and the weather
where is the reality but here
why have i taken myself to somewhere i knew wouldnt be
and why now that i am here am i not in light regardless
buddha tells me to listen to the river
the birdsong and butterflies brush my face with fruit
i want to stay up all night talking our hearts afraid that if we fall asleep we wont dream of eachother
we dance together accross mountains and roads and time
this is my root
No comments:
Post a Comment