the art of letting go

being a grown up
the super ego prevails
heartbreak of the id

Letting go of what you love is hard but sometimes necessary

Lying in the dark
I can't sleep caffeinated
Reminder to self

Fragile on the bow

As the rain pours down
And the moon waxes and wanes
A blossom falling

Green autumn bides no spring

green grapes with green tea

a year ago yesterday -

tasting sour-sweet.

fuyu samushi

frozen taste on frozen tongue -

will haru come?

As time passes

Emptiness pervades
as movement carries forth space-
time residuum.

What is matter
but a concept of movement
that slow eyes pick up?

Where is displacement?
Impossible concept if
there is no stillness.

Yet stillness exists
only hypothetically -
really think on it.