Saturday, March 19, 2016

Superficial and deep

A swamp that comes alive, each day

Living off a never ending procession, of thoughts

That come and go, neatly packed and thrown

Into the depths, we only see the buoyant ones

That make it to a wafer thin, superficial layer, of the mind

That has become our world, the road to heaven or hell

Starts and ends there, how many are brave enough to dive?

Into the depths of the mind, where exotic thoughts swim

Dangerously, and without knowing one’s mind

There will not be any stepping stone found, that can hold our weight

As we peer into the distance, hidden behind a wall, of silence

Everything comes into reach, and there are no unknowns