Thought
J. Cromwell Finkes
What is a thought of yours and mine,
described at best as anything.
Who can say what it is
or is not?
Is time a line or do we swim through it
and brace ourselves for each oncoming wave?
Passed by, is it only - after us?
As it was - before us?
The lines sometimes do not meet
and still it looks like truth.
In dreams abstract is often clear,
awake, all logic disappears.
Does thought discover reality?
Or is it the other way?
Try to keep your mind from thought.
Do not think it.
Just try.
