I Am

Incensed I became
as incessant thoughts tied
me down with intensity,
torrent of thoughts seemed like
boulders falling on my head
from up above.

No inkling I had
and I became a weakling
in the seamless existence,
played into the hands of
the designs of thoughts
and entrapped I became.

Tormented by thoughts
I became encapsulated
in their frightful prison.
flummoxed I became
and then I mistook
myself for the thoughts.

Then it dawned upon me
why should I pander
to their devious designs
Let them come, let them go
I am not the thoughts
The ever present now is here

Let the rest rust away
then I am.


Comments (1)

Nice work! With the muse of your Identity.