In a Cafe

Flashes of lights

and sounds

clicking, the place transforms

noise. Is noisy. Urbanization.

Them All

Black or white, blue or gray

Color

The sky, make my day

Oh happily

Shade my memory

Peace

And rest and coveted glory

Logic

Fragments are parts of a whole

Wholes are part of itself

Nothing is part of everything

Everything is part of itself...



Deduction leads to questioning

Existence

I live, but do not have life
I move, but do not have energy
I think, but do not have ideas
I am, but do not have myself

If it is, do I still am me?

Velocity

The momentum, I run
But chasing butterflies still
I grab on

And live

The Becoming

Today is a mystery
The masters have met
They already know...how
I shall not deceive...

Them, indeed it is them
I shall flee
I shall run...

And I become. One.