The Mind

The Mind. The mind barren and void moves slow wordless, wan and feeble in an unknown way, A calender hanging in the air old muddy. Birds are seen in windy light along the bush, from above heaven thin smoke cluster the peak, hill mysterious, Ah! a strange man in strange place, pyre aflame burning bright with soft cold air. Light through cracked leaves dazzling with chirping of birds unseen. I fear the love and my frozen​ are my hands defeating fire for cold transparent soul. stream is falling with no sound, a fairy land, land of death between You and The world we grope.