#9

Drifting as always, 

Conceptualizing but in a much more passive way.

Not much but still something. 

But that little bit of not much was everything.

I found myself in different forms of meditation within each moment.

Looking out the half open window
A bit of gravity upon the edge of the branch
A bit more gravity lost upon what lands on the branch. 

Each gust of wind was renewed as it traveled
At just the right angle I could see through the forest.
Just beyond the forest was the beach where we all normally hung out. 

I sat staring out of the window
The window’s glass was half full, part of it being the horizon and the rest was the emerging daylight.

The sand I had tracked into my room twisted in the wind that was coming from the window. I didn’t mind it because it reminded me of the times we spent at the beach, and the brisk wind helped to keep me awake. 

Drifting as always, 

Conceptualizing but in a much more passive way.

The adventure of defining happiness was simple but it is also an adventure that was forever, just as I had hoped it would be.


A few more poems



“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, 
Cloud Atlas

“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha

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