Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Questions . . . ? . . .

Why don't I remember
To sit 
With the 
Infinite . . . ?
     More often 

The world 
And all its stuff
Just -
Too
Distracting !

When I do -
I remember -
That this is 
What I 
Want to do.
     and all my 
Questions 
     About everything 
Begin to fade -
     They become grey 
And transparent 
     And then like smoke 
They blow 
     Away 

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