Displacement
Walk
Down cracked sidewalks but forget where and why the going started.
Lost in the chaos of moving feet whose unity lies in their organic
flow,
Perspectives shift to some new truth: experiencing its constant
displacement.
Here
As bodies carry me forward, they rush to the rhythm of those
who desire our desires:
I smile and laugh at voices screaming out from billboards and
TVs
"What you need is need itself! Don't look within, but to
ME!"
Drift
Down the street and pause at the window's reflection.
Behind the still face staring back lies the world's movement:
With purpose distorted by its realization, the present bursts
forth out of nothing:
Pushing
Onward from some inconceivable lack,
Towards a resolution that will not resolve.
Here I close my eyes.
Here there is the silence between thought and its realization:
In which the meaninglessness of boundaries can be discerned.
Here I find myself fall away into everything.
Here I find only Love.
