19 april 2017
Tranquility
Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become
pregenant first-
and it starts raining.
It was a serene melting
point, when I accepted the price
of giving away. I will not
take any mantra, any hand.
A perfect blending with
unknown; to put back the
sea in a bowl. Even the cloud
will enter into a blade of grass.
No faith. No ritual. I believe
in roving dust, which makes
the stars, the blaze, and
the brilliant light.
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