"This"

 

"This"

 

The great unknown timeless moment

 

beyond all stories and worries

 

in which love flourishes naturally

 

"Here"

 

imagined boundaries are nowhere to be found

 

and neither a separate I-entity that could be bound

 

With silent not-knowing

 

and no grasping

 

what can neither be told

 

nor be old

 

freshly

 

sings

 

 

 





Poetry by Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-02-26 at 12:28

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
You write with such perspective! Thankyou for sharing this accomplished poem. *applaud*

Regards,
John.
2013-02-27