Poetic Philosophy

Look closely. At the eye of the cosmos.

It changes with every breath you take. With every thing you say. It changes with every step you make, it alters with every tear you shed, with every laughter echoing through the nothingness in the living forest.

Beyond the river, past the thinking men, beyond places where no one is, beyond stars and galaxies, things still change because you breath.

And at the end, you feel compelled.

To start walking. To start breathing.
To start speaking with nothing to say.

Because somewhere far beyond the things you see.
Something has changed.
And you dpn’t care why. You just need to walk beyond that tree…

Inspiration: Harmonia Philosophica post