[see also: “Emptiness!“]
Empty of concepts in deep meditation.
All lines are parallel.
The universe is here.
Mind bent on infinity.
Somewhere a bird whistles. It is this bird here and now.
And then there is this great love, great compassion.
I. am I. am I. am no longer I.
Nothing is needed. Everything is allowed.
Each time again I friendly put my ego aside
like a child that continuously asks for attention
and then is mainly curious
and then sits down beside me
and listens together.
Nothing is needed.
Everything is allowed.
Ego is not to be conquered or pushed away.
It is a genuine part of you.
The ‘I’ dissolves.
Poetry should not be analyzed in any way.
This is the first poem of ‘Poems from a Parallel World.‘
‘Parallel’ has many meanings.
Being parallel to something or someone, you learn to know intimately what this thing or person is about.
You overlap, staying who you are.
You can listen to silence
and hear many, many things.