Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Conscious and unconscious

The journey is long, or short, it depends

Whether one treads consciously or unconsciously

The body needs a box full of clothes and the mind

Cannot do without this bag of bones, comforts are few

Otherwise the travellers would permanently rest

Moments are just moments when one isn’t conscious of them

Each one of them can last an eternity for those who aren’t unconscious

It isn’t enough to empty one’s wardrobe putting the body through more pain

One would not go very far, in this world, what to speak of the beyond

Living consciously, there are no lines drawn, nothing is emptied

Or filled, what’s taken is what’s needed, the rest is shared

Only the unconscious carry a heavy load, enveloped by greed and not need