It’s life and death and love and hate
And staying up til way past late
And sleep and fear and stick and move
And sailing past a Point to prove
It’s matter and it’s state of mind,
It’s yet to come and way behind,
And time and space and grief and grace,
And joining things, well,
Anyplace
Are you close hauled against the wind? Is it maybe time to learn how to meditate?
OK, maybe you are just playing with words, a purely intellectual game.
❤️
Spectacular!