All The Same It Seems

Silence in the mind

As without

So profound

All the same it seems

Cold or warm

It never bites

Light or darkness

All the same it seems

Time passing by

The same as yesterday

The same as tomorrow

All the same it seems

Room or street

The mind’s as naked

And as veiled

All the same it seems.

Silken knots

Slipping and slithering

Unraveling slowly

To show the past and future

Mingled with a drunken stupor.

Hazy and cloudy,

All the same it seems.

Now it’s there

N now it isn’t

What’s real, what’s fake.

All the same it seems.

~k~