Formless, shapeless, makeless
I will be.
Now patience, take this semblance
Like the sea.
The cup is ready; mind is empty
I am free.
Crashing or flowing, became this.
Formless, shapeless.
Like water, my friend.
Be.
YOU ARE READING
Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
