eyes come to a focus
on nothing
in particular
meditation some might
call a day dream
sounds all around
blend into one
ever present sound
and it accompanies on
the journey
all outward
senses numb for the moment
unending and flying
freely inside the self
finding happiness
until it stains the arm
unknown discovered
daily dose of the unraveling
of the mind
this mind—OM
everyone can close
eyes and travel inward
how many will sit still
and listen to the sound
the mind makes silent
soaring and as unpredictable
as the shapes the moving clouds
make as they march across
the summer sky
the ominous sky
opening eyes
fixing the gaze back
to the spot
pick up the pen and
nothing concluded…
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