things occur after a thought.
the great divider,
grey matter
is the engineering dept.
all is split by it
into good and bad
hot and cold
yesterday, tomorrow
later, not now
more and less
smiles and frowns...
what if?
We reversed all of this
with not a thought
thoughtlessness
i don't suffer from what
I don't think about
it goes away
what can we disable
without thought
a thoughtless state
think about it
or not
just BE
no thought
no division
one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem