Running into it,
as running away from it...
Last petal on a rose,
last rose on the season's bough...
Soak your eyes in clarity
by looking into the clear pond...
Even though blindfolded to that
it is only ourselves...
...
I did not know that with colours you could sketch...
Every truth
is hidden in the moment of a bird silence...
I love me above and more
than anything else in this world...
Unsightly world searching for unsightliness in...
to constantly conform herself...
Nothing exists as absolute,
in hardcore reality...
You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...
The consumer is consumed
as consumption consummates...