Within the Mind
is it a part of the mind
or of thought ?
that is quiet
never acting, always waiting ?
something that watches over me
something loving and superior ?
is it love that waits for its discovery
or is it the wind of God ?
is it silence that sounds the most ?
are these questions born out of this void ?
thoughts being invented by the Nothing
cannot be for somebody -
they are just bubbles in a river
clouds on a sky
rain in some forest -
like children you can play with