It never dawns
when random thoughts become
fixated in your mind
when their first brush with you
felt so harmless in its devilish poise
They arrive in a breeze to
live like a storm
and cause havoc in your daily patterns
to take you further away from your own
The great reset is required
to feel the velvet touch again
to pass away the lure of everything wrong
in the clothes of everything good
in order to understand the pain
A recipe for a messy mind
is ignorance when discrimination
of all the rotten thoughts is necessary
It all arrives in me at dusk
but the right night passes me by
in a whisper of the lost potential
of my newly acquired right mind
[407] The Night Passes in a Whisper
Smoke words every day. 
13 responses to “[407] The Night Passes in a Whisper”
Nothing is so appreciated as a right mind … especially after you have lost it! Hang on!
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Haha you’re right. Hanging on all the time!
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Lovely
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Thank you 🙂
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That’s why I smoke cannabis, to quiet those random thoughts.
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Well that’s definitely a way. As long as you are dealing with the source of those thoughts sometime 🙂
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My thoughts range from deep philosophy to astrophysics and everything in between. Enough to drive a man mad.
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…and to be in awe of the range of knowledge available to us to make sense of where we are. You are lucky to know so much!
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There is value in inaction. Seems the universe doesn’t want to be completely understood. Taoism has helped me a lot in coming to terms with that.
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Well… More like a whisper passes in the night great to have your mind back
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Thank you Vincent!
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