Verging III: The Subject Is Present

Have you ever felt so present
When all you notice is real time
Without the slightest concept and construct?

I felt it today
I was there
Under the atmosphere
Surrounded by air
Supported by the ground
Covered in bright daylight
Visited by various kinds of sound

I was like the famous salt doll
Inside a vast ocean

Still it amazed me afterwards
For I found something odd
There was no dissolution

I remained a subject
I was still there
Awake and aware
And yet I was everything

Verging II: The Subject Feels the Rain

When I looked up, all I saw were clumps of cloud
They were in two shades only, light gray and dark
The sun was nowhere to be seen
It was a dim afternoon

People next to me unfolded their umbrellas and raised them high
It's as if they're challenging the sky
God is coming, I thought
He's coming in cold drops

The sky soon poured
And the road was drenched
God touched me
and touched me
and touched me
And soaked me all over

I was shivering as I walked
The cold went straight to my bones

Verging I: Red Pill

Should he raise his hand, the beating will stop.
And yet, it stays calmly in the pocket of his jacket.

"What do you seek?" I ask.

"The break of my chains," he answered.