So the thoughts slooooooooow,
can they stop?
Do we try to make them not exist?
Silly, trying not to see that pink elephant...
What if all collapses without the energy to keep it alive,
then what?
where is peace?
thinking and being or
being then thinking are two
halves of the same yummy sweet earth delight
It doesn't matter what grows good bones
let it go, slide into an etheric peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep piece of writing, Mr. A