On the wings of Imagination Often unstructured & unstoppable With thoughts on a speed train Of it’s own making. Flights of oblivion Shaping up the illusions Into patterns in the moulding Pliable or fixated. Each has a journey in time And a reason to be!
Every thought sets a pattern
In fact in a loop
Of interwoven scenes
Some that seem relatively strange
And some unidentifiable
Every loop jumps and lights up another
In the intersection
Is thought quantifiable at all?
Thoughts come and go
But what if we reflect on our thoughts
Like witnessing our breath, as it goes on
Thoughts may manifest on their own.
When we are mindful of our thoughts.
May be just for a bit of time every now and then
We flow along and cultivate an awareness of its nature
We become gradually mindful of the now.
In time, a sense of connect develops
In conscious awareness of our intentions.
We are creating spaces between our thoughts
And pauses in our reflections.
When shift is known by the mind
And felt in the heart
Then every thing moves
In conscious awareness.
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