mandag 29. april 2013

Sometimes I start looking at a stone...


Stone I am looking at;:

I don't start thinking about where it exist.
I don't get sidetracked, calling it my brother.
I like it for being a stone.
I like it because it feels nothing.
I like it because it's not related to me in any way.

At other times I hear the wind blow,
And I feel it was worth being born just to hear
The wind blow.

I don't know what people will think when they
Read this, but I feel it must be right since I think
It without any effort or any idea of what people
Who hear me will think,
Because I think it without thoughts,
Because I say it the way my words say it...

Please my friend have a nice time.


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