Transmitted and Transmuted

For a moment thoughtless, lack of understanding as one might speak. Quietly observing stars fading into the brightened day…

What if we no longer know what answers might hold truth? What if all things and the vary concepts of such, dissolve before us, where does one go? How does one exist? Have they given up on this Canvas of Life?

Confusion such spoken as what may be, we remain motionless in space in time of what will be. Though the day has begun stars remain calling us in a different light. Caught in the trap of figuring and non-figuring, between existence of all may be.

What shall be done is left for another. Transmitted, transmuted and or transfigured it is released. Breathing in All there Is, Breathing out All there Is…It Is So.

~Ani Po