Soaked in the rain.
Every breath mine.
Waiting for the sun to rise.
For my hair to dry.
All will be alright.
(Feeling sad…)
For I know the rain keeps me alive.
Everything a mess.
You cannot build castles on dry sand…
Source: Affiliated Death Poetry site
We try so much to find what affects us.
What leaves a mark on us.
As opposed to insignificant things that we do not care about.
But can you be who you are without that morning breeze?
Without the coffee that you missed,
without that call or the quick kiss from your kid?
Can you Be yourself without all those insignificant things,
that make every day dull and something you don’t want to repeat?
Planets colliding. Stars dying.
A whole cosmos in flames.
It all started with an atom.
Nothing could ever exist without you sitting alone,
standing still,
leaving no mark for anyone to see…
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
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