Tag Archive | journeys

46. Empty mind


The open mind isn’t an empty mind,
The quiet mind isn’t the silenced mind,
The falling rain isn’t the tearing of the sky,
My own mind is what I’m trying to find.

The rain keeps falling outside,
Heavy raindrops hit down hard on the ground.
The trees cast shadows down the hallowed path,
Opening a new way to view the world.

Perhaps this is a journey I must walk alone,
Nobody will know where my path leads.
This new mind I seek will be mine alone,
Free from the past and you.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
©Original image by Joanne Garnell

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