The mind tries
to find words
that don’t stop
on a page
but bleed
into the universe
without limitations.

Strings of invisible ribbons
tie us to an ancient path
of mindless banter…
rounded pebbles and cool water
underneath our feet…
splashing us from echoes of swirls…
and carved scriptures
and feathered inked dipped tips…
fog and sanity,
lost in the unknown places of the mind.