If I pay attention
This is what I see
An oxidization of dreams
A set-in of reality
There is comfort only in what IS
Instead of an imagined possibility
But, neither these things, nor people are mine
Not even these senses are a part of me
Even “I” am not my own
Nor will I ever be
Everything belongs to the moment
And is oxidizing, along with me
niki kaur
Beyond the Anxious Mind 