Staring at the vacant space a lot,
wanting to be vacant myself,
how far have I come?
how deeply am I lost?
or am I just on the verge of
being discovered? So much
has changed in such a
small period of time
and I don’t feel any
sense of longing
for them.
Did I not care for it?
Or I cared too much?
Either way,
I am stone now,
washing under the fresh fall
of the stream, perseveringly
sitting for the divine purpose
to unfold.
I cannot run after temporary things
anymore. I do not want
entanglements anymore.
I want liberation, complete
liberation.
References:
https://pixabay.com/photos/winter-river-sunrise-sunset-forest-7735499/
