Vendredi, le 30 mai 2008

Askew Venetian blinds shadowed the sun as it glowed at its strongest
The small little African village reminiscent of his natural imperfect character
The man kept to himself
But continued to offer the world the bounty of his virtues
Trying to detach himself from the elements of this world
And the ideas he had grown to look as requirements;
Walking alone, silent in his conversations,
Silently indulging in making himself stronger
As he went about trying to fulfill his needs
And learning to accept what was not to be his
Balancing his actions and his thoughts in an effort to never give up
On keeping on going
He would try to teach himself
To become the nothing man
The nothing man is not attached
And thus, abstains from dependency
And attains total and complete freedom
Crowning the realm of his existence
Given the chance to explore this human “reality”
The nothing man tried to dwell deep into his own
And gain the notion that surpasses understanding of the living
Do the living
Be the living
And fulfill the living unto its completion
Lost in words, actions and thoughts, he tried to captivate the essence and scent
Of what it was to be
The whole of his self, the truth of his self
The non understanding
I have my breath; I continue living until I don’t.