Wind

Posted on by anna christ

In this game of illusion did anyone really love you?

Was anyone really there?

Or you just thought so to forget yourself?

As if who you are did not really matter , only others in their passages of coming and going of wanting and taking of abandoning and betraying

Did you ever love your movement your breath your heart beat?

Expecting the other to see you

This is the ocean of truth and you swimming

the sun is shinning the day is new there is no other

Only the ocean …

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...