A poem by Rashid.
The bedroom window is half open.
An immense python of sound
Steals through the doubtful night.
A thousand thousand autumn leaves
Shiver in the east wind
Scatter on their ever lasting flight.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed
There’s no such thing as a thing,
Says quantum physics. Sub-atomic
Particles exist as pure potential.
My deep self rises from the scattered
Molecules of body, rests itself in the Cosmic.
Know yourself as Consciousness
Peom and painting by Rashid
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