Saturday, January 10, 2015

Do not "mind"*


Do not "mind"*

Oh logic "mind"
What did you find?
Something to be appeased?

Why do you search?
All the long that you hurt
To never be at ease

Let yourself go
And then you will know
That you never exist

It is emptiness that you are
Now that you have gone this far
From emptiness nothing resists

Dom*Colucci © 2015

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