Enlightenment

 

I like to think my thoughts

I like to catch them as they 

Escape from my mind

Invisible- body less- disembodied

I like to watch them

Clothed in words

Armours of various hues and textures

I like to listen for their sounds and voices

Echoing Over and over again

I like to savour them

I like to review them

Analyse them interpret them

Appreciate them

Revel in their fallen glory

I like to wonder why they rose in the first place

To question them

Dissect them

Ponder over them like my very existence depended on the answers

And then finally eventually

Gradually

I like to mull over the futility of it all

And then pat myself on my enlightened grace