Thought For a Rainy Monday


What if there is no inner me to find?
No matter how I search, there’s nothing there.
I meditate to tame my soul; my mind
Laughs wickedly. It asks me if I dare
Explore the boundaries of self and air.
The deeper that I fall into that space,
The less of me exists. Could this be grace?

Have I found god existing in this place
Between the solid self and spirit’s cast?
This emptiness, nowhere yet everyplace,
The nothing that dissolves what’s left. At last
I am not I, and future melds with past,
While time and self and god now intertwined
Erase me, leaving life lived undefined.


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