THIS VOID WE APPROACH
I cannot harm anyone, I cannot harm any thing.
This is a muddle for me - intents and purposes,
at odds again. Traffic is idling, building its way
through tunnel and park : trucks and cars in a fight
for place. I move along, wondering why I'm going
at all. Once I was born silent. Then I learned a voice.
Now I am trying to be mute - losing it all and finding
happiness in the loss. I hear the deaf, and I see the blind.
They communicate well enough, but never seem to fight.
That's not yet fully understandable to me, but I see that
I like it. No wars, no skirmishes. Just a very deep
and quiet everyday life.
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