More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
With light and mass
We shape the world
For beauty’s sake
I love the way
Mind renders lines
To pleasure me
My spirit
My soul
The eye
Of my
Being
I do not notice the darkness
In the blink of an eye
Until I turn my attention to it
I cannot know the depth of my being
Until I still the mental chatter
Distracting me from its presence
With filters
Adding colours
With thinking
Adding meanings
Until the world I see
Looks nothing like
The world which is
No, the words are there
They are always there
But I cannot hear them
Cannot see them
And so the world seems grey
Sounds like white noise
The guileless hum
Of a refrigerator
Pix to Words 