On the Path of Freedom
Now is all there is;
an elusive moment caught between that and this..
the cool wood beneath my feet
the lingering taste of beets in my mouth
my pink stained fingers
Now is good posture (thanks coach)
with a belly half full
Now smells of incense and rose water
there is nothing
towards the infinite
just waiting to discover
it is nothing
As Wislawa Szymborska puts it:
"When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no nonbeing can hold."
Lately, I’ve been feeling like writing more from my own perspective
and this is a start
..feeble as it may be
bear with me.