Sitting,
The silence is like water flowing through the sky.
Thinking,
My body is like an ashen shell.
Crawling,
The deeper I go into my head the darker it gets.
Spinning,
I fall from earth and land on the bottom of an endless abyss.
Emptiness,
The drum has stopped beating. The air stopped flowing.
Consciousness,
It’s an endless river illuminated by us all.
The mind,
Its powers are hidden in burned books.
A key,
The passageway before you offers no path back.