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.

it's like the sea trying to engulf the sky