Originally Posted by Realm Ki
Here's my new art - practicing listening to stillness in
loudness, in disorganisation, in crowds. Where the aloneness quite literally can be skipped over, like a hurdle between the many in separation and the many in one.
I love this poem. Even when I ramble :)
Of course! Why walk the tightrope
with balance in hands to grope
when you have wings to fly
anywhere, anytime in the boundless sky