The stream of thoughts, in swirling tangles
Settle down, to a gentle state of quiet
And in that space, comes realisation.
And this is the realisation.
Thanks Puerhan.
I’ll be back to Throssel tomorrow, and hopefully back to making postings here.
Don’t Know
“this is the realisation”: its a beautifull poem, pointing towards the training of the writer. I am not sure if the words imply a pointing towards a goal or achievement. Thats the problem with words, or better: that’s my problem.
I would like to comment that íf realisation comes, then it wíll go.
Yes, of course, all that arises passes…if one allows that to happen….