waking up

i am the reflection of all appearances as they materialize
the eternal mirror, the holy pane
what i see when i look for myself is the world
and what i see when i look for the world
is that, too

finding moments to sit
thinking's not the right word
if you think about thinking you've already failed
but you can't fail what you were born to do
unless you were born to fail

in my opinion, nobody is born for anything
birth happens, then for comes later

so i curl up my legs like an imitation
link my hands, then breathe

and if im approached
in that resting place where memories dissolve into now
i will open my third eye
and consume the world

with you in it too, i hope