Nolan Bucsis

Nolan Bucsis Mar 13

Koan 8

Every.
Waking.
Moment.

I long.
For the still.
Sound.

Of.
Silence.

Nolan Bucsis Mar 13

Koan 7

I.
Get.
The feeling.

Everything.
Was pointless.
Anyway.

You and.
I.
Were.
Temporary.

Fantasies.

Nolan Bucsis Mar 13

Koan 6

Life.
Is just.
Waiting to.
Die.

While my.
Internal monologue.
Gently.
Weeps.

Nolan Bucsis Mar 13

Koan 5

This.

Is a.
Letting
Go.

Of something.
I.
Never.
Had

Nolan Bucsis Mar 13

Regret

If.
I've.
Ever.

Written.
Anything beautiful.

I absolve myself.

Of.
It.

Nolan Bucsis Mar 13

Koan 4

Death.

Is just a.
Dissolution.

Into.
The.

Memory.
Of.

A.

Self.

Nolan Bucsis Mar 13

Samsara

Everything.
Collides.
Together.

In a kaleidoscopic.
View.

Then.
Dissipates.

Back.

Into.
Nothing.