The way of the wayless. 12-17-10 the way
Fixed ideas I bounce from one to another,
Repeating them quietly
Whispering the same
There is no unfixed idea,
Only moments or glimpses between,
The silence between the breaths
There is a space for the new,
The New is the way.
Yet the new is not the way once it is reviewed, or noticed.
A seeing through is an image.
Spontaneous it is but when it is reflected on it is old.
Yet the old to be seen through is of value.
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