Friday, March 14, 2025

Dry and empty, to be the flow*

 


Dry and empty, to be the flow*


I see a flow that is on a riverbed

Always moving forward, straight ahead

But this is an objective in what I see

For it is something that lies outside of me

Asking myself, "does the river ever run dry?"

Only when I walk away from it, another venture to go by


Dom*Colucci 2013

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