if I had understood being a father when I was only a son,
I would’ve been wrong.
I’m a father of a good one,
driving me crazy on school days,
impressing me with what he learnt,
fascinating me in his creative note.
in practicing the half-smile can I be half-happy?
the whole or the half are not the middle path,
how does non-duality feel if there’s no words that unify.
the only differences between a story and reality lays somewhere in time.
the boundless sky can never be engulfed by the limits of the sea.
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