Stationary Thought, Wandering Mind
Sitting under a tree, my mind begins to wander
A path I envision, this world I ponder
I create the grass below my feet and trees by my sides
A glistening lake to my left that the foliage hides
The sun above, with not a cloud in sight
And I begin to walk, without a thought to fight
A bird can be seen sitting in a tree
It seems to sing a song specifically for me
So I sit on the path and observe this for awhile
Then a stillness occurs and I begin to smile
In these thoughts I close my eyes, beginning to drift
The sense of freedom, my thoughts seem to lift
They soar to the clouds, and bask in the sun
Then suddenly disperse, Thought and I are one
A city grows around me, from my previous creation
Buildings short and tall in this uncontrolled fabrication
The people, they come too, with their stead fast preoccupation
With their missions so important, they forget their own elation
"Who are we, where are we, why are we here?"
My mind cries out for solace, how is stillness now a fear
Again I glance around as the city turns to ash
Cement turns to earth, but the people, they still last
Confusion is instilled, as they look around so fast
Wheres their appointments so required, what is this contrast
"How can no one here be calm, relax and take it in?
Who cares if there's no city, for there's a universe within"
The ground then starts to shake and the citizens collapse
And architecture returns, with out a second to elapse
Monuments of old, as if the universe relapsed
Once again the people worked, finding tasks without a lapse
"Calm down you all," I plead, "take this moment in and breathe"
"You need not these constant missions, they need time to be sheathed!"
At once they all stood still, noticing now that I exist
Questioning not what I had said, but only understanding the gist
"You need not focus your abstraction, but your abstraction will assist
The quest for inner sanction." And with that they turned to mist
"Who am I, where am I, why am I here?"
My mind cries out for solace, my eyes begin to tear.
Quivering Surface Distorting the Image
The tear that once rolled down my cheek, now falls slowly down
My body loses shape, and my consciousness its ground
I become, no, always was, this tiny water bead
My being I thought reduced, now truly has been freed
Falling ever further, I contemplate this predicament
Then suddenly hit surface, my consciousness segments
And across this oceans skin, my mind is displaced
Knowing not who I am, I know only of my face
The starting point of me, false advertising its true
But now I'm shattered on the sea, wondering what I once knew
Am I the body I inhabit, or the thoughts that I think
That can't be me, I must dwell elsewhere, what is this missing link
For if I lose my legs to cancer, my mind to delirium
Am I still not me, even with my senses numb
A wave begins to form, as my thoughts progress
And I smash against the shore, leaving only my distress
For am I greater then I know, or something far less
Who is this me, whose eyes I share and whose body I do dress
"I know not of who I am," and with that comes in the tide
Affected by the gravity of the moon from which I hide
I try my best to fight, this unbearable lunar sway
That the moon has upon me, each and every day
But with every thought and motion, my intents start to stray
And the tidal waves grow larger, and my consciousness does fray
"Why is it, now so hard, to focus and to think?"
And with that revelation the waves begin to shrink
For the inability to answer, left my mind so clean
My thoughts began to simmer, and the waves became less mean
Each moment in this stillness, less waves can be seen
Beauty left untarnished, myself less obscene
"So I am now, the absence of thought, and body just the same?
Is this what I really am, the me beyond my name?"
Then all at once, there was no motion
From shore to shore, across my ocean
And the surface of my being, stood still at this notion
That who I am is beyond all, the body, thought and emotion
"I know of who I am," and with that came the tide
But the moon no longer affected me, no matter how it tried.
So, as I gazed upon, the entirety of me
I saw much more then I believed, could ever, ever be
I looked through my surface, now with no waves to distort
The image that resided, below all I would once support
"For the body is a suit, and thoughts are our words
And emotions are our drive to fly high up with the birds
For none of these create us, they simply are our tools
And useful as they are, we must learn all their rules
They must all be used when needed, and put away when not
Or the lives we each build, will crumble as we plot
And for truth within this world, I see only illusion
A truth cannot be true, if by one it stirs confusion
So the only thing that seems to be, permeating bliss
Is the absolute truth, which in honesty is this..."