The Borderless Territory

The border does not mean anything to the cloud.
It feels no contempt
And no pity

It simply moves over the border without noticing it.
Concepts are borders placed across our psychological lands.
Could we move through them as the cloud
not knowing it is not supposed to cross ?

It crosses countries without noticing.
Could we contemplate the river separating two regions ?
Though it has sometimes been named ‘border’, there is no such thing in reality : it simply flows naturally not realizing each side has built specific identities along its course over time.

Could we move through life as the river flows, crossings or even symbolizing conflicts, ignoring them, with no other pretension than to keep streaming ?

Franck Joseph
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