I have nothing to posit where I sit
Mind is empty, formless, and shapeless
All those things out there just stay there
Yet seeing the beauty of nature everywhere
Hearing bird songs filling the morning air
Feeling the sun rising out of the darkness
Sniffing rosemary, some say can improve memory
And peace and love tasting like aged red wine!
Still…I'll search my consciousness, even take a deep
Dive in to unconsciousness, but surfaced absentmindedly!
Still, associating things with things of years ago
And my mental factors are whole still
To create works of art in its widest sense
Still I have nothing to write home about
December 18,2014
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