It’s amazing really,
The power of a thought.
Like an invisible typewriter it clicks
On and off it’s seasoned keys.
Like coding our daily existence into
A bubble in our brains.
Thoughts seem to spring
From an unknown source,
In search of the ocean to pour themselves into.
The ocean of our reality.
The waves of memories,
The horizon of future plays in our heads
Like some distant song we have yet to hear.
But what are the depths of this ocean?
the great mysteries of life,
So often pondered,
Yet seldom explored.
Does it take a bold mind for brilliance to swim in it’s currents?
Or perhaps a deep ocean flows and breaks in the minds of all,
Whether we are aware or not.
Are we all within our own ocean?
Or do we all swim in the currents of a giant sea,
Full of turmoil,
Yet pregnant with traversing tranquility.
The collection of our thoughts are sprinkled
Like seasoning time.
Through drops of paint shine the colors of everything we see.
And who is seeing?
Is it you?
Are you, under the mask of “I” or “me,”
All knowing of the possibilities of yourself?
Or is there someone else lurking in the shadows of your mind?
The real observer…