Lesson 46

Belong to nowhere and no one.
Be nothing.
Being is a trap. Consider the trees.
They be but from a distance seem
nothing. Catering to no one.

Once I had dreams that shifted sand,
and I sang. But now my songs, like wind
caressing leaves, are forgotten in instants.
It doesn’t make me happy. Yet I sing.




Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-11-19 at 10:59

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you fly in high skies...
Being is a trap made me want to know more about your Lesson 46,
because for quite a lot of people, it means everything like if we were living in an ocean of Being
what is lighter, the dreams or the sand? good questions raised here

thank you !
2024-11-19