Becoming

"The becoming for the becomer' is beautiful, the beauty is lost when the becomer becomes." I was just pondering over this last night. I felt that this held a lot of meaning to me but i hadn't realised it yet. What i primarily mean to say is that...potentiality is the most amazing feeling in the world... when you know you can do something...you trully feel that you can, but you don't do it! You always maintain your birdseye view of everything and don't become one with the object or the task in question...because then you can't experience it anymore...Can you really experience yourself??? I belive the Wordsworth too was struggling with this very same phenomenon when he wrote "Tintern Abbey", the trancendance was the point where he lost passion. The Passion is for becoming and when you become, then viola': 'Passion No More! But this is just musing i guess...

Hashish...

Air to smoke and smoke to air,
She plays with reality everywhere.
She moves like a hurricane through my brain;
Through my mind and through my skin.
She questions me about what she does to me,
I don't know what to say... I have no questions.
Conversations with myself I am lost for words,
Does she affect me in this way,
Or do I just don't know what to say.
She is my prison she is my field,
I dig all day to nowhere.
Shades of blue and shades of gray,
Hazy winters in my brain.
In my heart and on tongue,
My longing will never stray...