A Force of Nature

Solitude may be now
Emptied into the ambience
Subtle twitches of breath
Stark truth is, unraveling so

Now is emphemeral as each twitch
Conceptualizing each the same
For an indubious facet as breath
An adage of common minds

Filtered to impurity, tainted
Wishes, wants, plights for now
and gone as they come, unsatisfied
Caught in the mental web

A somber varnish is solitude
The truth evoked when reposed
is inhaled, seen, tasted, heard and felt
Observing in solitude, truth is experienced
I am and it is not ever the same
Changing