thinking out me

i know of no tomorrow
not even the next moment
nor even if there is death
except this troubled mind
thinking
and frightened by it

i know not of the past
or even a moment ago
nor was I born
except this troubled mind
thinking
and daydreaming it

i too know not of this moment
who am I
where am I
what am I
other than this trouble mind
thinking
fabricating, living in thoughts

thinking, thinking, thinking
and still NOW thinking
do you not noticed
as you read or hear now?
thoughts are what you believed
including THINKING you

the mind has no you
the body too
except as any other nature
coming and gone
the “you” being thought out
build by thoughts
“you” seems to live on

what a joke, a stupidity
that thoughts can make “you”
except a dream-like
empty, no essence
not even in existence
a joke only to be behold
ha!

attachment, or pain
of worries and tears
happiness and joy too
indeed a joke, a drama
of this mind produce—
thinking to feelings
thinking to feelings…

behold this great Ocean of Dream
of bodily pains
and mental anguishes
never lasting, not even a moment
cannot avoid being experience
but no experiencer at sight
a river-liked, going nowhere

so wakeup my dear friend
be vigilant, aware the mind
to realize
thoughts are mere thoughts
just mind-happenings
empty, passing thru
only to be REALIZED.

me, you, others
experiences coming through
painful, hurting, unimaginable
lonely, fearful
let the Path be the Antidote
the Giver, as to give thanks
your practice, the Receiver
overcoming this Ocean…

27 December 2018