slick as slow, sleep as leap
what if emptiness is the divine will?
what if tomorrow is an imitation or a reproduction?
what if today is just yesterday or neverday expanded to infinity
then where do you start and where are you ending?
too old to follow a monastic order
too young to understand destiny
mesmerized again in film places where i see images provoking other realities to play
what are you a drunk or a celebrity?a megalomaniac or an abused child?
falling into sleep again today
the spirits are calling you and you are answering , yet in a very spontaneous uncontrived way
this is the blooming season…
Thank Gaia 