Within the Mind

is it a part of the mind

or of thought ?

that is quiet

never acting, always waiting ?

something that watches over me

something loving and superior ?

is it love that waits for its discovery

or is it the wind of God ?

is it silence that sounds the most ?

are these questions born out of this void ?

thoughts being invented by the Nothing

cannot be for somebody -

they are just bubbles in a river

clouds on a sky

rain in some forest -

like children you can play with