Friday, February 17, 2012

Anyone ?

Is there anyone out there?
Or am i writing to myself?

Who knows?

Writing is just happening.
Reading these words is just happening.

Nobody is doing anything.
It is one movement.
No separation.

Happening at this moment .
Happening now.

The late afternoon sunlight dances in orange on the walls.
A tree pie calls out while my neighbour is hitting the keys
on the piano.