I Forgot
Here it is again, the writing to memorialize.
The movement of hand
Like eschers art.
Of
The bamboo leaves, moist and active in inactivity
In the state of no breeze
Undefined
Of
The Palm trees standing in various poses
In total stillness
Untouched
Of
The faint sounds of birds, raindrops as they touch the ground
is not the journeys end but a road
towards Infinity
Is that clear enough ?
Is that the message here?
No !
Throw away the pen
Observe
So do you want to know what happens? This is it when you stop. The breath is- and everything just is- no judgement- no comments till history begins with the writing. See Essay Now Taking Orders which expands on this
