living life at the edge
of my existence,
bringing meaning to ideas
where none exist.
struggling between the two worlds;
one complex and calculating,
the other vast as transparent space.
to be born into this world
is our first mistake.
to live life not of this world
is our only liberation.
attachment causes heartache—
non-attachment allows compassion,
opinions fall like dust
into the ocean.
desires transform to aspiration.
being at this edge
requires another step be taken.
the birds outside sing
to one another—
their song unites
all who can hear.
1 comment:
So lovely, thank you!
the birds outside sing
to one another—
their song unites
all who can hear.
Yes!
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