I lay my headphones down,
the trickling sound all that
unsettles the air.
Muting the music as to set still
the dawn, the utterances of birdsong
gently pierce the outbreak of silence.
The dark of the night doesn't fight
as the light sun appears. They are
one and the same. Eternally interdependent.
The more I observe, the less I’m an observer.
Everything I see is everything I am and
in that moment I am free from thought.
I am no longer separate. I no longer
see through the past and comparison.
Language cease to enslave me.
But before long reflection returns. I yearn
for the connection I glimpsed, to feel
truly in the present. As the present.
But the harder I grasp for this fulfillment
the more my clasp loosens. This freedom comes
from the abandonment of self.