Today, I am nothing
I – am – nothing;
a being,
a soul
no identity,
floating,
flitting
from this to that to the other.
I see
without focus.
I hunger and eat.
I have no point,
no discipline
no hope,
but dreams
bright. unfocused, dreams.
Yesterday I gave birth to the world,
understood its one-ness
and the frustration-delight duality of this existence.
… and understood fear.
Today I am nothing
a dream
seeing without focus
floating.
