Nomad

The quality of quiteness,
where mind transduces into,
simple reflector,
is worth feeling.

But the mind has its own stories,
the ugly ones are easy to side,
but the nice ones bring back the ugly,
the nice, the worthwhile,
the wonderful, the precious,
are hard to part, hard to get away,
but are necessary, to put aside,

cause no matter how glorified,
or how useful, howsoever spiritual,
howesoever powerful the tool is,
it is just a tool, and not reality,
no matter how worthwhile the,
magistic chaos of centuries look,
it is important to side it,
to look at it from distance,
only and only side with reality,
the reality of nothingness.

Nothing is lost in that state,
everything still stays,
you can still feel them,
you can still enjoy it,
dissolve in it,
but at the same time,
you can part from it,
and you know the,
mortality and cyclicalness of,
things which decived you once to be yours,
but now they are just as they are,
not less, not more,
as now you are a nomad.