Sensible Nonsense

It’s the power of the crimson butterfly,
that brings us closer to heaven and hell.
It’s the magic of the symphony of calls,
that brings us closer to reality and deceit.
It’s the sound of crashing waves,
that brings us closer to pain and pleasure.
It’s the silence of sound,
that brings us to hearing the whole of everything.
The mind blissfully plays,
the body waits to quench,
the soul flies into abyss,
It’s when everything is calm and painful that we see.
It’s when time stops and it takes so long to reach.
It’s when a man is defeated, that he sees his weakness.

-R. [8-4-10]