Thorns On A Rose

There is nobody.

Who creates the Thought.

“I’m not good enough”.

There is nobody.

Who thinks the Thought.

“I’m not good enough”.

It just happens.

It is a Happening.

Like Thorns on a Rose.

And just like those Thorns.

Everything Is Good Enough.

Nobody There

In The Middle Of The Forest.

Nobody There.

In The Middle Of The Busy City.

Nobody There.

Nobody.

Who Thoughts Belong To.

Just Thoughts.

Nobody.

Who Feelings Belong To.

Just Feelings.

Nobody.

Who Body Belongs To.

Just Body.

Nobody There.