No Point to It…
MYSITMW: – BRUSSELS – INDIA-1 – NUREMBERG – PARIS – SATURDAY NIGHT – A MANs LIFE – NO POINT TO IT
Droplets rolling down the span of glass between me and Namsan
race each other to the bottom edge
only to drop again onto the next span below.
Compelled by gravity…
No other cause nor point to it.
Sort of like this day…
on auto-pilot.
Passing because time does
with no cause nor point to it.
I had imagined something
quite different from this but
that’s just what minds do…
They are fluid and virtually give form
to impossible things from bits
of meaningless present conditions.
But hearts beat with fulfillment and ache
because they have been touched and…
that is how hearts react to touch.
JOSEPH PEREIRA | From Here with Love.... 