how can you make a home here?
tick. you are here. tick. you are dust.
You can pitch a tent.
but when the sun rays hit, you must go home.
How long will you leaving signatures on water?
building your home with sand?
The length of your life is but a single breath.
Wheels keep rolling. Drama playing over.
Just different faces. Doing the same..over and over. And over. eons pass..
Breath is where you started. And no breath is where you will end.
Watch it. That which only IS real.
Doing is. Becoming.
Float with the stream. it will take you to the ocean.
The truth is always crooked. You can’t get there. from here.