This is about the self.
I am given the chance,
to act, to create space.
Creating space like a dog.
Dog is mans best friend.
he is walked on, he does not absorb
he is highly intelligent
Walked on. 
Walk on me.
I am creating space.
The more space I created, 
t h e l a r g e r, 
I became.
Abundant and amble. 
Enormously engulfed in space.
Attracting only attracting. 
It became harder to repel.
No longer a part of duality.  



© Krishdga     8.4.17

Stuck in suction, spiralling.
Up down, in out, through, within, outwardly. 
Continuously reflecting on events that cause reaction. 
Unresolved resentment. 
Comparisons float in and out.
Unconventional. What should be? And what is? 

The line is fine.

With this duality of life comes an expectation.
Assessing events and outcomes, 
 positive or negative.
Driven by constant contemplation of death.
When this body disappears.
What is left behind?
A collection of memories kept alive by,
 thought. 


© Krishdga    6.4.17