Sunday, May 09, 2004

48. a drop in the ocean

poured out and pouring still, one and many, scattering about everything, freed from the old containers, the senses meet, merge and leave each others be. A floating homogeneity and its convections, no longer convictions, ah, now it's all life, quivering, revolving, encompassing, overflowing and quiet again. Quivering, overflowing and quiet again. Again. Ag

No comments: