Our imagination is stretched to the utmost, not in fiction, but to comprehend things that are there.
”When you are you, you see things as they are and you become One with your surroundings”. Sitting like a frog.
In One breath, form – empty and empty – form, united in All.
Though I always sleep | on my travels, each night | in another place | in the dream I always dream | I am still at home.
Inter-being: a poet sees clearly a cloud floating in the paper whereon the poem is written.