Scribbled reminders.
A big mistake it is
To hold that life belongs
Within the certain bounds
Of ones that begin and end,
Live and die, generated, disintegrated.
That outside the skins of being
Are voids of senselessness.
Look bravely beyond the borders,
Yet fail to recognise reflections in mirrors:
Self is an organ
Not an organism,
A way of catching the light,
Ice floes on oceans,
A difference of density.
—
No matter how pink
The clouds of dawn:
The blackthorn blossom remains
White as snow.
—
simonhlilly 
Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
Simon has particularly out done himself with this short but significant poem about the world we live in. >KB
It is rather thought-provoking.
It’s what occured when I accidently stepped on a snail one evening….
Nice Scribble!
Thanks!
No problem!
Very very beautiful…
BS