A piece of us

The rivers whistle They draw twirling whirlpools, take us across them into unseen depths The rivers can lead to a piece of us So mystical it is they flow to live, And so they drown who may not cross, Not cross the flow of the river rise, Nor expect the unexpected of unknown; Not to…

Who you are

The truth of you is simplebut your mind is resistant of the simplicity’s sourceThe struggle between mind and bodyis the cause of illnessThe world is a perfect dream where you’re acting on the illusory stageBeing distracted by desiresThe more you think you know who you arethe farther you are blind to self discoveryWake up from your unconscious…