Thin thoughts
become breezy spectres
drifting through my consciousness
in search of an identity.
Clad in God's light they come,
clad in dark deceit they come,
in many forms they come,
different hues they assume;
they journey through my consciousness
to create my identity.
Through the void of a vacuum
they navigate,
create different realities of my soul.
They belong to different worlds
and no worlds at all.
My thoughts are gypsies;
they're on a marvellous journey
to the heart of a divine mystery!
thoughts, spectres, light, identity
