Moulds are for those that conform, fit in
What I need are seamless streams
So I can grow, move, envision
Smooth tomorrows that ask for no pauses
Descriptions never described anything
The essence of it all can only be consumed, experienced
So let not time travel with you
Ageless journeys have no purpose, just bliss
Where did you come from? Where are you heading?
These are questions not to be answered, need not be answered
For an answer found is an experience lost.
Move ahead- beyond mind, beyond body, beyond time
Your journey has just a soul; not a name
So flow, with time, with mind, with the beasts within the mind
For in the end, what flows with you is not your identity
What’s left of you is that.