Sunlight radiates from my eyes
Air, cloud, and fog rise from my breath
Rain, dew, and snow condense from my sweat
My crotch forms the mountain's base
Anchored at the world's warm center
My hair gives rise to plants and flowers
Their tendrils gently brush my cheeks
The living world rests within my chest
Time flows through my veins
Each heartbeat births a new beginning
As I sit here, beginningless and endless
~~~
Suddenly, I am struck by the illusion of reality
The living universe no longer resides within me
I find myself inside a tiny, petty creature
Alienated from the rest of the world
About the Creator
Harry Haller
Words often distort thoughts, revealing that what is wisdom to one might seem foolish to another—yet this difference in understanding adds richness to our shared experiences.
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