Words and thoughts are mere tools,
That often make us fools.
They make us believe we have reasons,
While they tie us inside conceptual prisons.
But it's only when thoughts settle like sediment,
Can the mind surrender to the present moment.
Then truth becomes clear to the eye,
That there is no you or I.
Because truth be told,
If I maybe so bold,
We are just cosmic dust,
In this universe so vast.
So fragile,
Yet so divine ❤️ biatch
Words and thoughts are mere tools,
That often make us fools.
They make us believe we have reasons,
While they tie us inside conceptual prisons.
But it's only when thoughts settle like sediment,
Can the mind surrender to the present moment.
Then truth becomes clear to the eye,
That there is no you or I.
Because truth be told,
If I maybe so bold,
We are just cosmic dust,
In this universe so vast.
So fragile,
Yet so divine ❤️.....