Sunday, August 14, 2016

True Breath

These words I now exhale. 
Time isn't. 
Space is. 
Reality is neither. 
In other words, 
when I believe myself to be a thought 
in memory of time,
I'm not;
but as belief is deconstructed
and I understand myself to be this open
knowledge of space,
I am;
and resting in this universal being,
reality inhales.

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