Red King's Things

Perceiving people primarily through the prism of "potential" is perilous.

Personal progression is pursued profoundly. It cannot be expected or prematurely planned.

Faces feelings fading, replaced by strangers. Who are you now? Nothing owing, nothing living. Scattered ashes, ego clinging, new breezes needed.

Failed identity definition, depth and value undefined. Time is fleeting, passions soaring, won't settle can't find.

Always sad comparing judging, hollow races, countdowns worries. Everyone is beautiful, none deserving, love flowing, heart is pouring pouring pouring.

Meditation mediation forgiving moving being. Feeling feeling nothing there question question. Remember to blink breathe in the sun, thank every breath then everyone. Let go own nothing.