Running criss-cross, weaving intricate
boundaries defining, limiting,
the invisible thin lines,
spaces above us,
spaces between us,
spaces that spread and mould,
to and fro, back and forth,
ever violating those thin lines,
rules and measures,
do’s and dont’s,
ever converging and separating,
that which is felt,
that which is perceived,
the invisible lines, that are crossed,
the spaces in our minds,
web of existence,
spreading beyond the sensibility,
into the horizons far,
and managing sometimes,
to concise in the palm of our hands,
the spaces beyond us,
the spaces within us,
the spaces to meet,
whenever, wherever,
the thin lines to cross,
however, whatever,
the spaces not invaded by the thought,
with its limitation,
of being concrete,
the spaces of infinity,
the spaces of thin lines,
what is and what appears,
the freedom and the bondage,
intertwined in those thin lines,
the vibrations of life,
the stillness of death,
the confusion of the sane,
the revelry of the insane,
the thin lines that are crossed,
moment to moment,
monumented sometimes in the,loves light,
sometimes in the shades of the,
tombstone.