Being of Sound Mind
The stream gurgles
A multitude of splashes
colonizing into one gentle roar
A thousand rhythms join in a symphony
that paints us a picture of reality
We who quest to see, to know
Our knowing is filtered - through
our past - through our habitual actions
-through our pre-conceived notions
Each culture sees the unknown in the
pictures given by the ancestors
We chop the world into pieces
with our sword - discernment
At least we think we do
In order to truly analyze reality as it is
We need to dissolve our thought-made vision
The thought is not separate from the mind
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