There are times
when the mind wants to work
create
drive forward
There are times
when the mind goes on strike
refuses to budge
refuses to go into first gear
These are times
to breathe in
fresh and clear
breathe out
quiet and peaceful
and accept the non-action
for what it is
a response to
the work
the creating
the drive forward
the world is clear
pure
transparent
no obstacles in the way
of the multitude of living things
from the blue whale
to the single cell organism
everything flows as it should
everything is born at the right time
everything dies at the right time
the world is transparent
pure
crystal clear
I am not your baby
I am not your path
why don't you go upstairs
and have a restful bath?
I am not your future
I am not your past
why don't you just go away
and give me peace at last?
I am not a robot
I am not your pet
Why do you always remember
and never forget?
This world too will vanish
leave only a trace behind
and you and me and all our thoughts
will be deaf dumb and blind
whatever may come
we know that we know
whatever may go
we knew, now don't know
and now we are here
do you know where you are?
the secret forms of sleep,
near-sleep but not quite awake
aware of being unconscious
not-knowing what we all know
we sit in the silence of not-knowing
the most secret form of sleep
It's not that I don't know
but time and time again
a leaf falls from the chestnut tree
This is mortality
the eternal ending
my question, never asked
answered long time ago
I am pure in imperfection
we saw, on the horizon,
everything you need to know.
It's not that I don't know.
It's just that I don't know how to ask.
the pen writes fast, illegible in part
but that is not the point behind the lines
the ink remains long after these bland signs,
my love for you inscribed right from the start.
The content doesn't matter, nor the sense
it's so you feel "he loved me" by the end.
