Sinking feeling, one of many
Sweat on a warm day, warm tea to boot
Desire for love, approval, eternal
Like sweat on summer days
Perspiration of the soul,
The anxiety of being unknown.
Turn on the fan. Relief of wind and love.
Air waves and ripples of remembrance,
That everything’s okay. Everything’s okay.
Toe fungus is lovely insofar as it’s Life.
Otherwise it sucks, and I am keen to uproot it.
Same goes for suffering, dolor, and grief.
Lovely. Life. Come back another day.
Hello, goodbye. I embrace you. Now die.
Words of widsom: let it be. But it’s already allowed.
There is no “letting” to be done.
“Letting” is only known.
The only constant. As eternal and ethereal as the space between the stars.
The space between our thoughts.
Everything is fine.