Empty, without thought,
all but self remains,
a void without, the soul within.
What thoughts struggle when shut down,
as if their last gasping breath,
writhing like worms in a handful of soil,
displaced from the chaos of a sentient debt.
Yet soon a silence is ushered in,
a dark shadow to quell those sentiments,
to let body flow in rhythmic beat,
and each breath the strike of that drum.
The mantra, in a mono-toned monotony,
holds the frequency of every breath,
and strips bare the masks and dress,
to feel the emptiness complete.
How sweet that hum, that empty solitude,
where I am all, mind in servitude,
to all I need be in this flow,
this centered singular mode of deep quiet.
Thoughts try to rise in random attempts,
each one falling from my reticence,
and soon they are no more,
the mantra hum, my thread to the world.
Time now evaporates,
reality reinvents the wheel,
and in silence pleasure I arrive,
trembling energy and spinning wheels provide.
Lost from life, momentarily,
yet the heart still beats, from memory,
and thoughts rest upon a crystal pond,
silent in stillness, breath holding on.
From deep abiding emptiness,
I rise of mind into the world,
sounds attest my return, and this reawakening
is like the first breath of birth.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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