not outside you
separate from you
abstract
without shape
black and white
one thing
always the same
none of these things
instead
the world is
exactly you
in all your completeness, and incompleteness
where any breath takes you
a morphing rainbow
crowning life’s incredible waterfall
where you drink everyday
Poetic Alchemist 
Borut: Thanks. This poem was brought on by a tiny drop of self-awareness that the world “seems” a certain way to me, and I suspect to others as well…
Kai: Thanks. Funny word strings of words come to you at time. This string just felt right…
Andrew: Thanks. Had not thought of this poem in that way,but you’re right.
Man, well captured, in the bubble of perception…:)
don’t know if I spelled that right – just read it again. 🙂
I love the yin yang of this 🙂
i like this “a morphing rainbow”