a sound, a seed
a wave, a weed
a breath, a blink
a sliver of zinc
a pulse
a child
the thoughts we think
All things emerge from sacred silence, within the absolute blackness there is light – life. Between everything there is space undivided, in 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 trace dreams of external things, the other takes pleasure within. An inhaled breath amid the chill of winter as the southern sun warms my face, on a clear noonday staring through an open window from above; I remember myself and why.
by K. Osei
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