Oh brother… you see…
You are the mind’s own breath
becoming thoughts.
The air of meaning condensing into the assumptions about its own existence…
Seeing yourself… and the magical mistake is born…
here, right in front of and yet within you.
Nothing but you
expressing itself… so beautifully.
Even this confused seeking is
the graspings own hand…
No… don’t move again…
But rest…
For when you are happy where you are,
then you have found what you are looking for.
