It Is
26th July 2022

It is from that,
the smallest dot,
spreading one t‘other
ceasing when not.

Reality an illusion,
transient thoughts that miss,
in dealing with who I am,
not this, not this.

I’m knowing thyself instead,
observing behind the eye,
being comfortable with silence,
learning to love, and to die.

Inspiration: Introduction to Philosophy

Bayon Temple Carving,
Angkor Wat, Cambodia.

T'be in Love Poetry (mine) F-words copyright information Copyright Sunda 2022