Monday, September 12, 2016


Sometimes you must
feel nothing.
No touch.
No sight.
No voice. 
No sound.  
You must sit
still and quiet
and feel 
yourself existing.
Just being alive.
And with it feel the
pain and remorse,
joy and elation,
love and anger,
fear and boredom,
ambition and emptiness.
You must feel
yourself breathing.
A speck, insignificant,
in this universe.
And yet, a universe
unto itself. 

1 comment:

virinder sabharwal said...

An Insignificant Speck or a considerable speck ? Robert Frost