endlessly insane

where do i begin
to tell the story
of how great love can be...


summer is almost here
the days are hot and dry
the winds are warm
and the sun burns with intensity

the nights are cool, however
with a sense of relief
plants and animals both
enjoy this release from the heat
a calmness envelops the earth

jasmines are in bloom
their perfume fills the air
jacarandas' purple flowers
have fallen everywhere
along with their earthy smell

the buddha and i
walk familiar but new paths
he hums along as i sing
our rhythm moves closer
as we renew our friendship each day

i reading a bit of UG Krishnamurti
and am quite surprised at what he says

for example,
i am always talking to myself!
this is endless thought of course
thinking, thinking, thinking
really just talking to myself
nonstop
if i did it aloud
i would be committed
yet this is what i do 24/7
am i mad?
it seems that way

what can i do about it
endlessly thinking?
UG says nothing!
its too powerful to stop
and who is doing the stopping?
thought!

he suggests that
ending thought is acausal
only a few are "choosen"

the rest of us spend our lives
in the illusion of continuity
endlessly becomming
endlessly conflicting
endlessly thinking

this is a relief of sorts
it kinda lets me off the hook
if thought cannot be stopped
why keep on trying
or even wanting it to stop?

ironically,
this is exactly what needs to happen
in order for thought to end
i must cease wanting it to end
accepting my mind as it is
endlessly thinking
endlessly talking to myself
endlessly insane