Tramp on!

without reasons why not...
shouldn't haves,
shoulds!
demands, commands, requirements, i knows...

who told you?

before someone told you,
before you told you,
before you believed it
and got stuck there...

breeze blows through

fresh air

slats and gaps,
yes,
spacious
room
to move,
to turnaround
and see a different view
point

point of a pin,
so very many
to see from

not one can see the whole

the only thing it cannot see is itself

'til now
when i stop
looking outward
and see what comes to me,
is me,
no inside/outside
just
this

space
for words to come
for the images to show up,
sounds,
sensations...

not a catatonic place

egolessness,
defenselessness

not a flinch,
not one twitch,
or tick

the Roman Army can march through!
with all it's gleaming spears and armor
and bulging muscles,
the Trojan horse,
atomic bombs,
nuclear apocalypse,
biological warfare,
the end of time,
the end of space,
the end of everything--

just like
when you are asleep at night,
and not dreaming...

you are safe
and sound,
resting
without one danger
to be found

sticks and stones can break my bones,
but names
can never
hurt me.