There is no try

There is no who, what, where and why.

Theres an emptiness

There is no eye… “I”

There is no me, yours and mine.

What exactly IS devine?

Have empathy and compassion

Only an empty hand can grasp this.

My Clouds

Wasting time in the clouds: Indescribable comfort, it must be magic. Winters cold outside and I’m warm in my bed; moaning, rejoicing, grinning with delight. I went through a lot to get here: a home, and my bed is wonderful. My time in the clouds.

As I smile and say goodnight;

Thankful,

Nina Yin Vestergaard