This Happening.

The Rain Is Falling Inside Of Me

A poem

Freyja

The Reality I Am

Listen to your heart

Every Day

A Poem

When I say “you”, I mean “I”.

When I say “I”, I mean “you”.

Can we see?

We are the thoughts with no thinker,

We are the breath with no breather,

We are the movement with no mover?

We imagined an invisible cloak that could never exist,

Called it the Future and Past and Space.

As I Awoke Today

A poem by Freyja