The Peak Magician’s Trick

When you look for
what is here
you cannot find it.
Nothing is here
besides the shadow whispers.
When you hold
the moment
like a precious fragile flower
in your hands,
the wind will come
to disperse it
like a sand mandala.
When you think
the thoughts
you realize
there is no thinker
behind the thoughts.
When you make a map
to find your way
you realize
there is no way or why.

The point of existence
is most elusive.
It is here
like the peak magician’s trick.
And you cannot say
you don’t enjoy it
as long
as it is here.
Or it seems so.

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besedilo: Vesna Vilar

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