what is there
blank stare
what is there
looking out the eyes
what is there
too many lies
who is there
to save us from ourselves
who is there
to dodge the crowd
who is there
to figure it all out
where is there
peace in the world
where is there
beauty without art
where is there
joy in the heart
when is there
moment of calm
when is there
the best time
when is there
no more crime
why is there
so many questions
why is there
in and out breath
why is there
birth and death
mellow tune
vivid journey
landscape of
memories
open passage
boundless
serendipitous
encounters
inner map
new territory
beyond thought
pure elation
it took aeons
yet we savored
every moment
simply gliding
mirrored surface
of the river
at sunrise
we took off
in a kayak
paddling gently
returned smiling
almost at dusk
solitude on the water
no other soul around
apart from goannas
tea tree color
spanning wide and deep
hiding bull sharks
in the everglades
the sun emerges and retreats
undisturbed
meditating on the I
where is it, oh! my
comfy cushion
cross legged pose
contemplating
on words those
inside the body
hiding obscurely
amongst others
anchored surely
fleeting moment
this big mystery
as life becomes
history
