POETIC PLAY STUDIO

My senses remember to admire the living,
As I relieve silently and identify,
Occasionally laugh,
Sometimes worry,
Exploring the beauty of the surroundings and humanity,
Falling from memories of the past to the nightmares of the future,
Yet I never control the caravan of thoughts while my mind creates scenarios,
Playing the game of ‘Time’ as a constrain all the time,
But sometimes everything ceases to be,
Unaware in a moment of moments,
And that’s where I discover the true nature of my being,
Where there is nothing with a feeling of everything,
Where there is stillness with a taste of a wild serene voice,
Where there is the abyss with a sense of emptiness,
Where there is a passion with an understanding of love,
Where this creation with a perception of wonder,
And in that manner,
I seek the way without seeking it,
I touch the depths of it without touching it,
I live a life without living,
Dying in the remeberance,
In a place where the sense of time and space don’t breathe,
In the sensibility of endlessness without interpreting it.

Sometimes one has to burn with fire, walk towards the sun, flow with the water, and jump from the mountains to feel the depth of the soul in the sense of madness.

Experiencing the conflict of living from the depth of our soul is different from simply surviving, only then can our essence be enlightened.