worlds in us onceby David McLeanthere are worlds in us, but they fall apart so fast. the meat is a quick instant then nothingness is. nirvana is not selfless, if it is awareness. the ego is not the self, but both go. nowhere is where they are if they are our fathers'. and mine is yours just a while, not through inconstancy of love, but just the slow vanishing of a man, of aware me, slowly eroded by time. it's nothing bad, really, not exactly a crime, if not precisely nice © 2009 by David McLean. All rights reserved. |