Saturday, July 23, 2016

"Do you have free will or not?"

All our rootless threading knots
entangling or unraveling through
the universe comprises these unending.


Up from the surface
drops leap
to return HOME,
they fall
downwards and
vanish again


We are the rainfall
We are the ocean
We are the voiddust

When were you coming and going?
When were you staying and leaving?
When were you fresh from the dance and rotten to the core?

I am this forest
I am this culture
I am this idea

You wrestle with words, and you play with form.
But you can not know the freedom
you are yet to learn.

The will rewards those who strive
and damns those who seek
oblivion, their just desert.

Time won't tell who wins, who loses.
In the end, all our screams, all our joys churn
in the useless frothing

No comments:

Post a Comment

Is this wise?
Is this yours?
Is this love?

Real Time Web Analytics