Staying Takes You Somewhere 29/30

Which-

ever 

the 

way to 

go?

Up, 

down, 

same thing. 

Depending on

what you're looking for. 

When to move? 

But even staying 

takes 

you 

some-

where. 

The only 

constant is 

constantly 

going. 

Suffering 

is trying to make it stop. 

Stopping is like perfection; it doesn't exist.

Ephemeral Architecture 28/30

Life is a delicate structure,

Built upon ephemeral architecture. 

This transient space 

we call time; the framework. 

A short-lived experience endlessly eclipsing itself. 

I Am Enough 23/30

It's a simple tweak

Gentle touch and

Barely noticeable smile. 

The one just underneath the skin

Like maybe because it's always there,

Always tilted up without effort 

In a thought of kindness 

Or swoosh of sweetness. 

An Illusive opposite of shadow

A sensual passing through. 

What is that rising flutter in my heart?

A infinitesimal shift

With a colossal effect. 

A momentous rejoicing

With the smallest of sighs. 

Enough, enough, enough!

I am enough.

What If? 22/30

What if the rain never came?

Drip 

                  drop 

                               dry. 

There'd be nothing to wash 

The tangles from your hair,

Or the soot from your pores. 

What if the sky never filled with clouds?

Drip 

                  drop. 

Each lost droplet a lost idea 

For the clouds are the accumulation 

Of all the ideas and dreams 

Of the people down below. 

What if the thoughts stopped coming?

Drip. 

                                    Drip. 

                                                                     Drip. 

                                                                                                   Drip. 

What if?