The world exists in the act of reaching.I move through this existence as if through a dream.Each leaf, each shadow, each voiceseems to know me.But is this world alive in itself…or does it only breathethrough my awareness?If consciousness is the only certainty,
Exist
The world exists in the act of reaching.I move through this existence as if through a dream.Each leaf, each shadow, each voiceseems to know me.But is this world alive in itself…or does it only breathethrough my awareness?If consciousness is the only certainty,