Unwinding With Friends Poem by Etienne Charilaou

All is well when friends share and tell.
Ice-cold blasts a friend's warmth will dispel.
On this sunless afternoon beaten by strong winds,
I sit inside listening to the Cocteau Twins.

My head almost spins though I'm sober.
Time's assault will crack-up a castle;
an eon, and it's great life will be over.
Searching, in this moment, seeing all phantasmal,
for that which endures when all is subtracted.

‘Seek and ye shall find.'
Do not seek and remain blind.
‘Seek by not-seeking', and you'll learn to unwind.