A Place To Rest The Mind
The landscape is barren
And the road is narrow
No one around
Only you and your mind
Your thoughts
Running around
Like wild beasts
That are
Leaving the peace
And entering the
Zone of war
In your mind
All the things that you should have done
And here you are on the ground
With nothing around
Time and time again
You are a loser my friend
But it does not matter
In the longer run
The only thing that makes
Noise is my own mind
Silenced by the snow
And the wind from
The north
The middle of the night
When the wolf
Walks into the mind
Making havoc
Catching a hen or two
Leaving before dawn
Satisfied with meat and
The pleasures of hunting
No limits
Only my tired body
Remains at the site
What more to say
The mind empty itself
Sleeping awake
The thoughts are slow, mellow
The inability is determining
The end but not
The way
The night is dark
Full of errors
The mind runs in
Wide circles
No return
Always still
Lost mind
Searching for space
Slowly recovering
Inside my head
The mind is lost
Confused by
All the new
Impressions
No peace of mind
Just a clutter of voices
Telling different stories
Insider my head
Making me upset and tired
At the same time
Just let me sleep
No Dreaming claims life’s
When ones mind is restless
Wandering, meandering
Away
Quickly to unknown destinations
Into the past or present even the future
Late at night or early morning
When small things becomes big
And big things small
Know then that this too
Shall pass
And leave the mind to itself
The history repeat itself
Creating endless
Monotonous patterns
Eternal questions and conflicts
Are being weaved to a huge web,
A carpet covering
Our mind and thoughts
We are here because
The great ecosystem, Gaia
Has put us here
Trapped in our own limitations
Our own mind
Still this is not true, sometimes
A surprise happens and we rise
Again and again
Above ourselves
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