Not knowing is the most intimate of living.
Naked before, naked after.
Grasped in the action of stillness, not moving but flowing.
What is life, wearing some artificial clothes?
Why we try to keep moving?
Accommodating our struggle, doing the same mistakes.
Is it not that simple to see the fail, and start over?
Fast moving everydayness, running away,
increasing the gap between reality and us.
Can we actually hide ourselves behind that?
Trying to move, when we had never stopped.
Is really so hard when we feel embarrassed?
Justy look at it and suffer the embarrassment, be brave!
Can we breathe in that uncomfortable feelings,
and breath out peace with ourself and the world?
Sure, we do.
