coming and going

Coming in
As an individual either
As one with a unique senses.
Beguiled with the intricate faintest breezy leaf
Merely not moving in the heat of midsummer,

Of the staying in now guiltless ,the swan,
After many,

And not yet satori beguiled Nirvana breath
Coming over the your very special own
Karmic breath,

But go out en masse, the more the better
as uniqueness goes,
Even if through brute reistamce,

Into that breath
Out , that,
At last,
As long

As IT will,
Through it, In It, with It

Until the next breath

In.

Ah, there’s nothing like a breezy leaf on a hot day.

Not moving at all is just about as mere a movement as you can get.

Harbal: it merely not moving can be taken both ways, at least it was intended so, but better to have said nearly.

Now going out of one door is like coming back when another door opens. The question is, the door that exited is the same as one entered. Or even if, both doors are connected to the same room. That is it’s self is puzzling to say the least. If that were the case, then there may be a vast underground of connected rooms, and the maze like interior may be puzzling in the least, perturbing and horrendous in the most.