flow

thought forms take feeble births 

on endless automated cycles 

crackling neurons spit out data 

on distant canyons within

outside, twigs crumble under the weight of my soles

as I trace a jagged lonely path

untethered presence unfolds on the horizon

as if an unrequited love 

flow, flow, flow,  

breathe, breathe, breathe, 

the promise of awakening beckons 

as if a gentle force  

flow, flow, flow,  

be, be……BE.

Image : Daniil Silantev