My thought is dead because i am still living
Blue skies, wide seas, the fresh breeze and golden beam
Illuminates the pettiness of my thoughts and dreams.
For I no longer long these,
I live, for I die
My thought cannot see light, cannot plant trees, and cannot draw sky
What I have achieved is vain.
My thought deserves death.
yearning for the glory of being glorified as a creation.
The low rises,
and the high submerges,
when the universe restores it order.
And I am saved by the miracle of dying and living.
I see creation’s gleaming smile, and the smile in you,
as my thoughts fade away. I succumb.
Yet I live.
And the world reveals its beauty.