Thought

In my mind’s eye,
I’m natural,
wholly organic, bred from the soil,
I eat life, devouring it,
famished. Always.
It’s my fertiliser,
Always growing, always being!
Always breathing,
breathe love.
Thought flows like water.
wetting dry, filling up, letting go,
Forever. Letting go.
Rising like fire, heat, warmth
trying to escape.

I’m not a lotus flower,
I’m an ember, smouldering, burning,
always trying, always waiting
to catch alight!