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
This true Love is still
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.