Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Memories of the Sky

The sky that embrace all things,
yet it support nothing,
neither supported by anything.

When I yearn for support,
I look into that vastness.
It let me fall and down,
yet it gives me room to support myself.

When I need to scream away,
I scream within that vastness.
It never gives me reply,
Yet it embraces my pain within echoing sound.

This taste, we taste it alone.
This feels, we feel it alone.
We're alone since our birth after all.
We're all alone under this sky.

Yet within this vast loneliness,
there is peace, there is bliss, there is love.

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