Human

Fragments of paused time...
little scattered crumbs;
life in soul's mirror
strikingly clear image.
Running from facts,
running from shades of unclear forms
And mostly running from words.
The whole construction
falls to the ground in
scattered crumbs of endless waste.

Something in silence
makes you see
what you are not,
how you are wrong;
listen to the note of truth
that is so clear and sharp.

Ages ago I forgot who I was -
still time to remember;
twisted flame in the wind,
the wind that blows from the south
soft and gentle
the chirpings remind me of a song...

Finding the meaning of meaning most hidden is no-brainer in the morning air.
I like the part of nothingness in silence
that tells me I can make it
I can smile
and be light-hearted with hair
blowing in the wind like everything's
just right.
The wind from the south
light and warm.
and there's nothing to think
nothing to want
nothing to miss
nothing to fight.

I am still.
I am the sea.
I feel the rock.
I taste the air - salty!
I am all.
Imperfect and frugal
noisy and still
scary and scared
painted and tarnished
fluid and stuck
Human and nothing.