No Words for Self

As Self emerges from Non-Self,what you once thought straight,now seems to be sordid curve,what once seemed outside,now seems rooted in the heart;and what you desperately needed,now seems a desperate waste of time. Oh, and language itself:how highly inefficient it is,failing to capture butterfly wings,bright thoughts brewing wild storms,every minute like the time of raindrops,liquid raysContinue reading “No Words for Self”