not outside you
separate from you
black and white
always the same
none of these things
the world is
in all your completeness, and incompleteness
where any breath takes you
a morphing rainbow
crowning life’s incredible waterfall
where you drink everyday
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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7 thoughts on “The World”
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”