"dislie" poems
Follow
the inside
of all
possibilities.
Perfection of quietness
Exists
In the illusion of emptiness.
Follow blind
The movement
Without f~o r_ m.
Lie! Dislie!
Time lives
Only(lie)
in your mind.
Felling fear of what
transformes us,
troubles us.
Outside,
in silence,
detached.
The corage
of being
mutable.
Step by step
I balk and walk
more balanced.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC