oftentimes they teach us to be great
oftentimes we seek out closure
oftentimes it comes with disclosure
oftentimes we reach out too late
never mind the steps needed
never mind the mental chatters
never mind our attitude matters
never mind we all get superseded
usually love is the path
usually the smell of success
usually that leads to stress
usually we don’t do the math
seldom there is an easy way
seldom we know ourselves well
seldom our story will tell
seldom ‘to err is human’ saves the day
empty vessel
containing no thing
no thought no memories
vast new landscape
blank canvas
smell of freshness
newly stretched
onto the frame
the lived dream
of meditators
the perception of
newborns
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
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
