There will be no fight.
Because it is senseless.
Because so!
Because I don't want.
Let someone else's blood be heavier.
Let them fly.
Let them squeeze their teeth and tighten their fists!
I desire the harmony with this reed, waterside, and meadow.
I'd like to be in touch with a stone in the middle of the river.
They say a glacier brought it here from the Scandinavia.
I lie down in the middle of the hot porch.
That is like having rest on the Ruthenian oven.
Noon. Heat.
Angels fly like the golden butterflies
or maybe they look like bumblebees or drones.
They are carrying the golden keys from the paradise.
I see them through half-closed eyelashes.
They protect me from being blinded.
Let me guess: you've probably thought of LSD.
No, I haven't taken acid a long time.
This is meditation.
Before it was hyperventilation of the lungs.
Someone might say - all of this is just chemistry.
Biochemistry, but still chemistry.
And what does it prove?
Here I am about the same!
I am calm.
I am the same with the lake nearby.
I am the same with the road nearby
Is it Tao?
No.
Is it Zen?
No!
It's just ONE of my day.