Don’t tell me to open my mind.
I’m trying to close it.
It is so open now, all I can do is think,
And I don’t want to.
The mind chatters like a tree full of chirping birds,
Distracting, clouding efforts
To find peace and quiet.
A persistent distraction.
I could try the quiet mountaintop,
But that’s no use unless I leave all this noise behind.
And if I can do that,
I can find seclusion anywhere.
So what is it I seek?
I wish I knew.
The sages say I search for myself,
And that is the most difficult quest,
Because I am hiding in my mind.