inside and on ground
which moves and gives
way in and out and
up and down, deep
in the core i am afloat
i don’t know what you
will feel nor do you
nor is there a rock
i can climb to point
to my heart and say:
see. because mostly
the top of mountains
is shrouded by clouds
and the fog ascending,
all transient and nebulous
but when i feel, i can
only feel what i feel.
we are like that,
limits of perception,
fear of known and
of un-known, small
derwishes trying to
sing and dance out
of gravity holding
us down, beautiful
islands with hells
raging in the jungle
so where do we go,
will we learn to fly
and is it not sad to
go to the gate alone
time will solve nothing
but all happens in its
own time. maybe it
grows to good, maybe
good is wrong. all is
now like this: maybe.
walking towards death
we see and give birth.
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