Tuesday, 29 March 2016

There’s a Zebra who calls me Kevin

Hello Kevin. You refuse to follow the crowd and you avowedly disregard the art of punditry, the rancour and anger veiled, disappears when you see it with your inner eye, the contradictions choose not an easy hyperbolic but a converging simple route and the paradoxes recognise their nature whenever you sit in absolute bliss, and renunciation takes you from the known to unknown, inexplicable, irrefragable, immutable.

Kevin I think you can, but you will not act directly. Otherwise, what is the point of my journey?

Farewell Kevin. I’ll memorise what you said to me that day, ‘it is a world of mutual help and struggle’. And in my world, I am to engage myself totally.

A Grey Building

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