The perfect space

Sits quietly and waits
In lieu of wondering about
Un-drifts itself from ups and downs
Prolongs the day without a doubt.

Invites attendants to the smoothest show
Un-compromised by feelings, looks or story's flow
Desire free, no second thought nor grow
.. mostly simple and un-hinged blow.

The perfect space hides deep inside somewhere
It'd hover not be low enough
Linger by itself..
Not open not closed, colourless
Timeless..
Frictionless..
Impenetrable by our ego..
Or our hands..
Or minds.

It is perfect in this form
Or shape..
Unforgettable by all means
Of understanding..
Could've easily been missed
Nor found
Afaik that special link,

Which got me thinking.

 

I must

 

I must learn to play the violin
All through my darkest grin,
I must learn to recognize the grace 
All within my dog's embrace.
I must write on something odd
Like my mum's smile in her diary log,
I must touch all flower's petals 
Like my lover's skin which gracefully unsettles.

I must offer trusting echoes 
Desires clouded in their misty fragrance,
I must overlook my senseless thoughts and struggle
Whenever life takes aim and shoots point blank her daily fable.

And when all this noise is vacuumed by the moment 
Then I must hold it in whilst share it's natural endowment.