poems

Hiding In My Mind

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.

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