POETIC PLAY STUDIO

In between the circle of time and space,
We are puppets wrapped on the strings,
To be here and there.
In between the eternity of passion and longing,
We breathe the madness of the essence,
Just to be…
We acquire knowledge, talk about concepts and ideas,
As the fragments in this circus of time and space.
While within a realm of this emptiness, I wonder to create the edge of the world,
Where beauty grows as the rhythm of our soul,
To perceive this vastness while narrating our tale,
We are sound of the water,
Wind for the trees,
Sand for the earth,
Stars for the sky,
Bound by the love for the love in the abyss,
While all other forms are illusions and delusions,
Or probably just a dream?
But nothing matters in the end,
But I wonder is there any end……