When I open
The hand of thought,
My mantra slips out
And I fall
Into the mind
Of endless peace.
Now, I have
No more hands
To hold onto anything with.
I can get used to
This empty-handedness.
no mind
Ever since I
Plunged my head
Beneath the
Ocean of Love
The soggy ground
Of this mind
Can no longer
Hold the weight
Of a single thought.
Every one of them
Keep seeping through
To the empty ground of Love
