Smooth evades edges,
slips past friction,
like a swan on water.
Smooth is a shortcut through chaos,
a wormhole through wrinkles in time.
It slaloms down bumps,
makes molehills out of mountains.
Smooth transcends touch.
It is a symphony for the senses -
the satisfaction of a perfectly spherical raindrop,
the warmth of aged whiskey.
Smooth is the dreamscape,
where logic loosens its grip
and imagination dances freely.
It is the fluidity of ideas,
skating across the slippery surface of the subconscious.
In smoothness we find meaning
eroding the jagged shards of life
into polished stones of wisdom.
Smooth sees suffering for what it is
momentary friction on the path to peace.
Smooth invites surrender
let go of control,
flow like water.
Smooth is freedom.