Empty

I witness my focus jolting to a thought
splitting off into my subconcious,
towards different places in time and  memory
and it's coming back with pieces of a puzzle,
painting an invisible picture
that I can somehow grasp.

Conciousness is a multidimensional canvas.

Let's not forget that we are flesh and bones.
Stillness eternal, smiling, in a storm of chaos.
Unbothered like the icy stare of eternal death.
Reflected in the blooming iris of life.
The pupil dilates and contracts
and the moments in between breaths.
We remember who we are.

drift within the pureness of self
where emptiness and space
make love

Beating strong.

I
feel
without
myself.

I am running
Endlessly
Out of patience.