The mind is a book,
a maze of sentences
set in a state of permanence
from which it cannot escape itself.
The Beloved is an azure sky
with puffy white clouds
anvil thunderheads, swirling tornados
raindrops, hail, sleet
blazing sun—
a rainbow.
This true Love is still
fluid, adaptable—
ready
with the
perfect
action
in the
now.
Comparing the mind to a book is fantastic! Such an apt description, and such an indictment of those who worship the written word. I love the description of the lithe flexibility of the now. It is a beautiful, and creative addition to your growing collection of poetry. Very nice, and thank you for being willing to share it.
Thank you, Rudy. The Beloved brought this through while I was watching television. A character kissed a holy book, and suddenly I saw how like a book the mind truly is. We are so blessed to have the stunning observations of our Beloved whenever we open up to them.