by Rinchen.
The mind speaks
Like a known soul
but it isn’t Like a flash,
Yet can’t dare to look,
How can this be?
It’s odd because it’s not me yet, is it?
Questions and the answers trail somewhere in the clouds of a hill afar
Yet there aren’t clouds,
But blue skies.
A constant yet not so constant sea,
how …
Do the bonds of yesterday count the ones before yesterday?
if not..then what..
like the reflection of the tree… when you see the reflection, you know there’s a tree but what if the curtain is drawn over the tree
when the curtains rise.. maybe I’ll realize
Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 3.
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