Illusion in this house of the mind -
a kitchen drawer that one can find.
Lost things will roar in this Junk Drawer,
lots more than anyone ought to ignore.
Inside it were cries 'n clips 'n pieces:
our oldest sorrow that never ceases.
Monkey Mind flitters from here to there,
cares little since it's unaware.
Feelings best left behind closed doors,
forever secrets in Junky Drawers.
Objects that have found a proper place -
in this keep, they earn their special space.
This chamber reveals a Junky Mind,
where wayward thoughts shall be confined.
Tiny treasures get tucked away,
left for discovery another day.
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2020
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