Post-magic flow

It's raining, the sky is fading, the weird ideas come to mind.
Niels Bohr and his students would like them.
But not Einstein. Actually, I don't like them either.
Therefore, I fall into a meditative state
and I dissolve the remnants of my Ego in the spruce forest.

Sparrows fuss under the roof.
That's much better then endless words' flow in my head.
Some people call the endless stream of verbalized trash "thinking".
True thoughts are unspeakable,
as feelings, as music,
as love-infinite-and-unconditional.

The Tao runs away from you.
The Tao flows through you.
The Tao eventually becomes you.
In case you are lucky.
In case you don't cling to your personality.
In case you don't overestimate your own flow of consciousness,
which, in fact, is none of yours.
Abandon your fears and you could swim:
in the sea, in the air, in the open space.
You can float anywhere, even in the depths of the mountains.
There's no such a place as "Time&Space".
What is there you might ask.
Ubiquitous Maya. Dream. Illusion.
And a few hundred more nicknames.
Let's not feed the imagination sparrows.
Your life is just journey.
The endless Tao.


© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020