Chains of Thought

Change is all around us,
though blind we seem to be,
holding on to past instead,
we try to chain what's free;

with mind we take the moment,
or some selected part,
to claim it as "our thought"
some thing we set apart;

then we bury it in memory,
so we can then employ,
it to embellish our claim,
expand "our story" boy;

but what if thoughts were error,
-imagination, -mine,
created so that i'd be blind,
so i'd not see my crime;

and what if thinking keeps me
in chains here on the earth,
where others like me scurry,
searching always their worth;

for what has thinking brought me?
-more what I wanted not,
more bodies, and more problems,
more feverish thoughts to wrought;

leaving wholeness for projection,
-imagination, -mine,
my crime as well imagined,
so to keep me here, resigned.

selah {read slower}
"Knowing" is not "thinking",
they're blind, who think, confuse,
their thoughts for what is real here now,
like those who've drank much booze;

but try to stop this thinking,
and you will soon admit,
that thoughts just happen in the mind,
without your help to whit;

so claim them not as "your's",
just watch them, how they play
and you will see a story
they try to make you say;

but stories are but stories,
they're fun, like some good wine,
but end in nothing, as they are
imagined in the mind.