A mystic
I have been told I am,
But what does that really mean?
Am I cross-legged meditating?
Or walking through the woods?
Am I receiving images, messages,
Through Divine reinterpretation?
Am I using my mind to deduct reality from what we think reality is?
Am I communing with spirit?
Questioning the limitations of a term such as “God”, against the vastness of the unknown?
Am I a skeptic, a believer, a seeker?
If this is what is meant to be a mystic
I confess,
A mystic,
I am.
Tag: Thought
Full Moon Thoughts
A white halo rests over ground,
Ice chills the core,
And the glow of moonlight illuminates
This early night,
I should beckon my lids to close,
But even when they do,
I’ll remain awake,
Lost in these full moon thoughts of you
Attention, Redirected
Do you have a breath
Of air,
To exhale?
A moment to ponder
A thought?
If you do, it’s done,
Attention
Directed
To a new spot.
Idle Mind
Running but still still,
Gears turn, neurons firing,
This is “idle” mind
Memes
They choose
Not to think,
Because thinking is hard,
They let the memes think, speak for them,
Agreeing, acquiescing, promoting
The said and unsaid thoughts of its creator,
Who needs a mind when there is a meme.
Possibilities
Possibilities,
Bubbles of if and maybe,
Yet to come to be
She of Letters 