I look from a timeless place with eyes that still dream.
These bones of thought:
Don’t stay with me, reveal what I am inside you.
That rattle inside:
As the cool of evening descends, make this place your home.
This empty place:
The mind twists Mobius-like. Truth is a straightening of these contortions. As a knot is very thin when untangled, so is life upon the surface of Reality’s timeless depth.