Monsoon child

in the darkness
with the memory of everything

the land is old beneath
the soil accomodates the shifting centuries

freed from the lasoo of the past
we're nothing.
nothing with very high expectations
nothing without passion

the pitter patter aqua night
rain comes falling
washing problems into the thick earth
I lie still; watchful for the kiss of sleep

softly like a february morning
you see the sea-mist rise
heaven and hell are not the end of the road. they are the opposite sides of the road...we wander from side to side along the way...

the road is a flat strip.
after roads came runways
..planes taking off.

We must take off; the heavy masks deceiving us
In transcendence levity is everything.
Then follows the light

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Mind is the closest thing to our Reality...Be careful how you use it. Businessman, yogi, teacher, addicted to laughing...