Every moment a genesis

My own.

The light

I cant find

I bring.

That choice

I make

Is my home.

Every moment a genesis,

My own.

No separation

As the self shimmers

Merges

Vanishes

Rain on lake.

Nobody is anything

And doesn’t need to be

Its all a bunch of concepts

Juggled anxiously. 

Why is tomorrow

more attractive than today?

Is ‘now’ so unbearably full

of pain and anxiety?

If I live for the future,

I never get there.

Because ‘means‘,

Ensnare.

‘Means’, the material.

My real is built with.

My mind externalised

into a world, built with.

Means.

Thought is old,

Even one second past.

The limits of its labels

Its concepts cast.