Igor Wolfson

Rookie (26/12/1989)

It Is - Poem by Igor Wolfson

And in this vibe I'm writing words
And words come out of silence
Do not define, just do your chores
For definitions are the source of violence

Just watch your thoughts as they fly by
Do not resist or fight with it
For every fight there is a mind
For every light there's unenlightenment

Answer this question: are you breathing?
But answer it without thinking first
Just check it, inhale, exhale... Live it!
And life wont leave you with a living thirst

Awareness is not that which mind thinks
But that, which by the mind can think
Don't try to understand that, it will sink
And there's no noise and there's no other than there is.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2010

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