useless, so much what we think
no beginning, no end
one steady stream…of unconsciousness
shifting directions, like the wind
like water, seeking the path of least resistance
often like a bad storm
causing us to run for cover
addicts, all of us, to our minds
to our indiscriminate ideas
wretched habits of thought
no way to think your way out of it
only makes it worse
one thing seems to work…lose your mind
hang out a bit in the now
somehow, thinking minds can’t live there
Poetic Alchemist 