Reflection

A stillness of time
Is required to reflect
the swaying branches of our mind

And quiet is a place
Uninhabited

The blind leading the blind

The blind leading the blind
Can make a lot of noise you know
Clawing and cawing directions
In a desperation of aborted sense organs

And stillness left aflutter.


Quiet is a place I bought a ticket away from.

Hello everybody. I am back. At work.