Multiplicity of the Self

My mind is a forest, My thoughts are the boughs, Shadowed by the night, Troubled by the wind. My mind is a garden that I cultivate and tend, My thoughts are the joyful blooms basking in the sunlight. Soon, they find themselves in twilight, Soon, they are under the night sky, Searching for light and sight. My mind is a highway where my thoughts journey, My brain is the city, My thoughts seek purity of purpose. My mind is a meadow entangled by the unknown. My mind wants to see through the window; Mysteries seem to unveil in the meadow. My thoughts are busy looking around the room, Going back and forth in time. July 27, 2025.