Wandering Thought

Wandering Thought To pull the curtains To shut off the lights To sit in silence How free goes one's pondering When the day's synaptic noise settles When fewer distractions make possible Thought's meandering among unimposing congestion Invites our new century's yin As it seeks its compatible yang We sense prerogative Where just hours before It's confinement Bore suffering within Shackles cinched tight Dominance wishing us to believe But to believe Advises our nomadic thought Is to conclude Others' thinking brings forth knowing We sit ever so quietly The darkness resonating with hidden light The light appearing soundless Its palette of infinite color Poised to bequeath the quintessential bliss All that is All as one All the wandering thought Undisturbed with unknowing Embracing questions forever Unanswerable Dawn comes The curtains are opened Once again Gathering begins