Right now I really don't feel like thinking of titles for the poems so I'll just call them by numbers as I write them.
Thoughts, how powerful they are;
"All is in the mind" I obliviously used to say;
I knew nothing then - Blinded
I was blind, free of thought
Free of mind,
The details were there, I just didn't -
I just couldn't,
Put thought into them
For me - then - Life flowed like,
Waters of a river downstream in a destination unknown
I was blind then,
Now I see, there is no destination,
Why should there be one?
That everyone knows, so -
I had to learn,
That there are no secrets in life,
Just hidden truths,
Fascinating isn't it?
Very much so.