In a forest I found myself lost
I found a forest full of loss
In myself I found a forest
a forest
a lost self
a forest as self

The title MAY YOUR RIPPLES SLOWLY FADE
refers to that state of no-mind,
before consciousness defines,
describes, and names what is.
These vague precious moments,
beyond time and space,
when separation between past and present,
here and there evaporate. What a treasure, these brief moments,
just before we are thrown back into linear thinking,
with all its layers of memory and identity.
Those brittle layers, as solid as a fleeting thought?
And then again, all possibilities unfold in an eternal moment,
always present, yet so hard to grasp,
when recognised….
already gone.
here lies hope?