These are not my
words. The knowledge sinks in mind.
What is now the result of meaning?

Everything cracks, counting
the dark lips of undying betrayals.
You walk before the burning moon.

There was no preface. No
End. The middle book was a discovery
of the author called by many names.

Today I’ll ponder,
on these scars.
Tonight I’ll wish,
upon a star.

Tomorrow may bring,
another wound,
but wounds can heal,
if treated soon.

Yesterday,
I thought of death,
and felt the wind,
sigh with his breath.

Not today,
he whispered clear,
perhaps tomorrow,
but do not fear.

In the end,
he comes to all.
The weak, the strong,
the big and small.

He’s timeless and constant,
Death’s always “been”,
and he has no pity,
foe or friend.

He’ll lead me on,
to the unknown,
giving me the thing,
he can never own.

So I will not fear him,
and I shall not fret.
For tomorrow,
has not happened yet.

Pulling the sun down,
a state of love comes, but pain
was not mine, You were my mirror.

How long the lamps
will go to search the mind to
reach the death of an unknown name?

The timid fame was the
last blunder. Each god sheds the crown
of pure reality. It was an eternal call.

Unburden
Let go
Breathe
Without resistance
Let life flow
Pause for a moment
In the joy of existence