This is
just a non-real study of the heart. You
see, I’ve been silent for a life but it feels like seconds in my mind. Some days you feel like dying, others you
just die, without drama, without regret, in a glorious, even positive, sleigh
of hands, or rather in a sort of minimalistic way. The poet in you appears out of the blue to
state effortlessly your true self. Just
that, no big deal, my pal. When you die
to the world you start living in a different realm, your heart may keep on
beating (that its function after all) and you realise that you are not there
anymore but you ARE there in a new flesh and blood, in a new mind, with a new
set of eyes for you to relish the wonders of the world.
This is
what I want to share with you today…
Absurd thing that really really matters nº 10
The eyes
in you
are not you
but
nevertheless
what you
decide to
see
with those
eyes
is what you’ll
become
a second afterwards
as matter
of fact.
See you in
a couple of weeks with more wisdom from within.
