Thursday, June 4, 2009

Who am I?


My mind will never know.
It's tried and tried, but it's tired of creating what will never be there but in it's own likeness.
(and then will probably change it's mind)

Open the gates of heaven.
Let the mind rest.

Immensity is felt through the spirit.

Too much to do. Too much to do. Too much to do.

Do nothing.

Don't move.

Don't speak.

Just listen.

Just see. Really see.

The birds chirp.

The wind blows.

The trees sway.

There's nothing to figure out.