The only way out of a circle
is through the center leap
into stillness grasp
with empty hand.
heaven lies close upon earth
where an endless
stream flows forth,
embracing
as a blink
shut nor open
sees between
as heartbeat
turns inward.
the silence between
as the breath
rise and falling,
forms valleys between
that river runs down
from sky to the ground
without making a sound
The space between world and beyond
its like space between soul and another.
nothing
and everything.
i am the river
and rise into form
to speak,fly,suffer,
why?
i am the river
but i am not the current,
i am  stuff that life is made of .
I am color but not canvas.
i carry life with me wherever i
go and theres no
end or beginning
though i am not a circle.