Sunday, August 15, 2010

seeds of impermanence that i just can't tell you

14 (august 2010)

Impermanence swallows
the ground
our beliefs stand upon
All we hold are the bare
bones
Perhaps this is
Truth.

But even that truth is
variable.


whispered (july 2010)

I'm repressing
the
only secret
[the
only thing]
That I want you
to know.
But you can't
know; it'd be
best though
If I told
you.

seeds (july 2010)

I wonder:

would a seed willingly
die
if he didn't know
he'd become a
beautiful
tree?

but the seed
dies
anyways.

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