Quiet thoughts.

Quiet thoughts.

A Poem by SELF

Standing in the valley of choice
the sun shines on my right and the moon on my left
the sky is no longer blue
the veil of ignorance is lifted and to my surprise, everything is nothing nothing nothing!

I've seen trees produce leaves with different shades of color
I've seen humanity put un-questionable significance to color
the tree doesn't discriminate any leaf
the humans discriminate each other

the seasons of winter comes
the green yellow brown leaves fall off and perish
the season of death shows up on the horizon
millions in-fact trillions have perished with all their racial slurs in the valley of death
in the end, their fantasies become nothing nothing nothing!

Is there something I wonder? not in this fantasy perhaps
perhaps in another nothingness, we'll create our heaven
perhaps in that nothingness, every living being will be filled with life's splendor. 


There is something, but to find it you have to be a fly, a flower
a sunrise, a sunset, a bug, a speck of dust a wave
there is something, but to find it you have to become nothing!

© 2023 SELF


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Enjoyed reading this. Cant wait to see what your other writing pieces entails.

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