a sound, a seed
a worry, a weed
a breath, a blink
a wave, a wink
a pulse
a child
the thoughts we think
All things emerge from the sacred silence, within the absolute blackness there is light – life. Between everything there is space undivided, within that space lives the undecided, everything is complete. In this moment life is perfect. If not now – when. Joy and peace are extensions from within. One man chase the dreams of external things, the other takes pleasure within. An inhaled breath standing in an open window, at noonday amid the chill of winter, I close my eyes as the southern sun warms my face, I remember myself and why.
by K. Osei
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