no mind

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.

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