Koan Of The Body
no mathematics.no philosophy.this is your body you are relying on
imagination is belief is truth is language is in a flux of everything you have gone through
nothingness somethingness possibilityof impossibility is existential fitness
this is a void of your ambition
unseen territory evading your mind of butterfly coming towards you
some people are in the cup of backward solidity overcoming concrete reality of the past truths people are politicised
the secretes of numbers are unseen shapes of organized chaos in the wake of
colourful sitting at the coffee shops
melting pots are waiting for the returns of freefalls without the maps of rolling stones.
dreams only exist when you are awake---freedom of koans--psychic body
unfinished concepts---blanks------you are blacked.
poem by Nyein Way
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