a bowl of questions...

The forms of ourselves look at our eyes in bewilderment..

What is this human speaking of?..

The dream, the experience..

What is he speaking of?..

Why should I listen to words that have no meaning?..

All these question marks and still I rest in a bowl of questions..

Why should I care about Reality?..

Why should I care about life?..

Still the question marks appear..

The mind says: "listen"..

The mind seeks Freedom..

The mind says; " I am you"..

The Soul says; " there is no you"..

So much to think about and yet the mind is tired...


namaste, thomas