when I feel like I might be getting sick, I know more truth and I see it in pictures

only when I allow myself to let the whole world go every piece of stone and rust and dirt and then I know it too well

what is enlightenment? mindfulness? even these concepts are meaningless ideas

what is the world, then really, except the real weight of itself? the world is just a picture of a dream that falls away when I do

and weightlessness and light are my hands and my feet the stone, rust, dirt and the panic of releasing panic the sad, slow peak of what is fleeting without love