Thought

Invisible, without substance or form 

Yet able to affect powerful change 

And emotional storms 

Children of our consciousness 

Cut off from the source 

Wandering until someone claims them as their own 

Masquerading as truth

Clothed in the garb of deceit 

These thoughts are not you 

And never will be 

I’ve seen them as gnats 

Flying desperately toward 

A blue fluorescent light 

Zapped upon contact 

I’ve seen them as vultures,

Zooming down to devour 

Some carcass or another 

The ego feeds its illusion 

Its energy depends on our 

Belief in our thoughts as truth 

Can you let a thought 

Glide by your consciousness 

Without reaching out to it? 

Without latching onto it? 

Can you recognize a thought 

As another phenomenon of the universe 

Like a cat or a cloud or a bird? 

Watching thoughts come

Watching thoughts go 

They dance in and away 

Like the tide 

They rejoin the ocean