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.

The Hidden Monster

The discomfort seeps slowly
But it is not unnoticeable
It is the kind of feeling that makes you think the world is not okay

Second after second you wait
Still, nothing happens
You know it's there, lurking right around the corner
And it chooses to stay hidden anyway
It doesn't care
It's just here to hurt you

You can't take it anymore
You scream your battle cry,
and charge at its direction
"Show yourself!" you shout

But it is not there
It has gone away
And so is the bad feeling

You take a deep sigh,
and embrace the new relief with a dreaded heart
Because you know it will not be for long
This is just the calm before the storm
It will show up again

*a story about battling constipation