I started out a happy person, till I was not, then I was a sad person, and then I was a hopeful one, but I got whacked a bit, then I became an empty vessel, but another spring came and I was a sprouting grass field.
After a thousand years, forces above turned it into a basin. The rain came down and through, some never left, painting part of us anew. Now I'm more of a lake, hugging an ecosystem. Indeed, we are the ecosystem, of all interactions and causalities in this lifelong pilgrim.
Our surface is the interface between calm and chaos, so ripple we will still. But at night, the wind will be appeased in some hours, and the moon and stars will sit with us on the water. And I still have the memories of those happy, sad, hopeful and empty persons. They're all here, snorkelling in the heart of this body of mine, now a body of water, rippling, cycling, everchanging.
27/06/23
