our own illusion
our own illusion
we see what we want to see
clear sky's at sunrise
our own illusion
we see what we want to see
clear sky's at sunrise
stone bear just waiting
alone by the side of a stream
content to be there
to utter the words
to see that they are not right
splintering apart
being in darkness
revel in the cool night air
bathe in the moonlight
crisp morning air
swim in the sea of changing
what will i become
watching thoughts of change
a leaf blows against the wind
this hole seems deeper
tenacious patterns
repeating over again
a bee hovering
a new day just starts
falling down a rabbit hole
how far will this go
destruction of self
desire to start again
bathe in the starlight
stillness in the breath
releasing the flood of thoughts
a yellow leaf falls