"I" am empty space,
like a hollow flute
Light, air passes
through "me"
like a hollow flute
Light, air passes
through "me"
Vibrating with Universe
Getting out of the way,
"we" become everything;
we are no-thing
Getting out of the way,
"we" become everything;
we are no-thing
2 comments:
What a wonderful poem! Thanks.
"miss attica" - thank you!
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