Unmindfulness
turn down the volume on Ego, turn it down to “1”
what remains will rise, float, free of time,
free of gravity, free of greed and desire
floating on whatever current it encounters
undirected
untethered
unmindful
bumping against whatever obstacles there may be
unhindered
uncontrolled
unmindful
a conscious dream-state
an exploration of the unknown, unknowable,
uncountable selves which you contain
(for, as Whitman, you contain multitudes)
an intentional day-dreaming journey toward
that which is hidden
that which you will never find
that which feeds your ego-driven, day-to-day
existence as decaying compost feeds your garden
find without seeking, discover without searching
unmindful
Bring me back a poem
what remains will rise, float, free of time,
free of gravity, free of greed and desire
floating on whatever current it encounters
undirected
untethered
unmindful
bumping against whatever obstacles there may be
unhindered
uncontrolled
unmindful
a conscious dream-state
an exploration of the unknown, unknowable,
uncountable selves which you contain
(for, as Whitman, you contain multitudes)
that which is hidden
that which you will never find
that which feeds your ego-driven, day-to-day
existence as decaying compost feeds your garden
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