Formless Inspiration
It's an endless drift in and out
It's enlightening
Still something in me shouts
Let mind speak
Crescent moons
An endless peak
Take the ideal away
And let life make its way
Drown your life in dismay
Yet live another day
It's just thoughts anyway
That's all there is to say
An orphaned soul is called personal mind
Or is it the other way
Maybe it's true what they say
Universal mind is the quiet flute behind the brass band
Connecting to the formless
I feel inspiration hit me
More like brewing
Or baking
Another poem in the making

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