what completes us?

If the body is the beginning and the end

The body is the limit, our border

Why does it gives us this feeling of being incomplete?

Missing extensions, lacking the beyond us

And there are the desires and frustrations 

The passions and the dreams

Traveling in dreams that die

To be born new in the next one

In this permanent need to be linked

to be without boundaries

With a body full of molecules, cells, bacteria ...

We always want something more

what completes us?

From where does it come the thirst for complements 

the need to search for connections, for illusions?

Replacing dreams with other dreams

Beyond the body, we are, perhaps

The wind blowing in and out our noses

The water running through our body 

The endless beginning of once upon a time... 

 

Reviews

[wordman]

makes you wonder,where does it come from

[angelina neves]

thank you for reading and commenting!

[wordman]

my pleasure