How do you know a thing that is changing, moving, flowing, arriving and departing all at once?
In the flux of impermanent creation floating realms of construction and destruction coexist
The twins of duality cannot abide without each other
Death over and over gives way to life
Second by second spiralling into a new moment, only to be lost forever in the next
Spilling out in waves sucked back into oceans of unending possibilities
Who is this flesh covered soul, colored in hues of passion and grief, anger and joy?
What is it to know in the expanse of the infinite?
"Who" is different every passing second
Every breath is to make a decision about creation, all the while building on a moveable foundation
How to bend flame, to see wind, to walk on water, to train a cat...
To know oneself is to greet the master of surrender; yielding and unyielding forces collide
Watching becomes action as awareness takes shape and form, only to start again
Circling an ever wider universe the canvas meets with a vast array of explosions, no two alike
Days and age and seconds and years,
time is not even a constant, only a fleeting tool of imperfect frequency
A self portrait exists only in the yesterday
Soul aperture peaking through with a glimmer of something much bigger than knowing can presume
In the flux of impermanent creation floating realms of construction and destruction coexist
The twins of duality cannot abide without each other
Death over and over gives way to life
Second by second spiralling into a new moment, only to be lost forever in the next
Spilling out in waves sucked back into oceans of unending possibilities
Who is this flesh covered soul, colored in hues of passion and grief, anger and joy?
What is it to know in the expanse of the infinite?
"Who" is different every passing second
Every breath is to make a decision about creation, all the while building on a moveable foundation
How to bend flame, to see wind, to walk on water, to train a cat...
To know oneself is to greet the master of surrender; yielding and unyielding forces collide
Watching becomes action as awareness takes shape and form, only to start again
Circling an ever wider universe the canvas meets with a vast array of explosions, no two alike
Days and age and seconds and years,
time is not even a constant, only a fleeting tool of imperfect frequency
A self portrait exists only in the yesterday
Soul aperture peaking through with a glimmer of something much bigger than knowing can presume