Stormy thoughts

Thoughts have hands
They pick up other thoughts
Walk over cliffs and precipices
Touching fire and water
Flying with the wind
Full of lust and anger
Multiplied in their flight
Heat up, drown themselves
Burning, sinking

Thoughts wander
Erupt, lose themselves
Searching for inner balance
Capture themselves
In the mirror labyrinth
In the maelstrom of external impressions
Fleeing with the wind
As countless grains of sand
That never come to rest
A spectacle unparalleled

Thoughts seek silence
Without any thoughts

DidiArtist, 10.09.2022