Sunday, August 1, 2021

The non existed exists*



The non existed exists* 


Whispering by on a cool summers day

A simple breeze is blowing of its way

Cool sensations run to and fro

In one way and out it goes


The wind takes a path nothing resists

It is invisible and but it does exist

Where does it come from as it just makes itself up

A form of consciousness that does not rest or stop


No flavor of itself, it is bland to the taste

It utilizes all its energy and spares no waste

Forever in a physical plane this energy to be

It comes without attachment and was meant to be free


Dom*Colucci © 2021




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