As I walk along the miles of my mind I can see the demensions of my thoughts. Large and squared off, circles that are infinite and triangles that equal in mathamatical terms.
I also see pot holes and black holes, wind storms and tornadoes. Mountains to high to climb yet the snow covered caps intrigue me to climb them anyways,
I’ve come to a valley. Lush green landscapes and tall trees. I want to trust what I see but this mindfulness is full of suspicion. Trust this one thought rings out like a musical note, then another runs amuck and says the tones do not match the quality of the sound? Who do I believe. All thoughts are equal in the mind. All mind is mindful.
My vision is clear but yet there is no clarity. My breath has volume as it inhales the memories of what I envision. As I exhale I tend to cough, coughing out the emotions that surround the memories and blur the vision. What sense can I trust?
I turn away from this valley and see the many roads that I have traveled and the many more that I will travel upon. They really all look the same. No footprints in the sand, not even a scuffle of events that could have taken place. I see the serenity of the moment and it is mindful. MInd filled in a different way. I know that the roads traveled are always renewed. No mistaking the footless path. Do overs are not do it again but doing it different than before. The footprints then change.
I can hear sound. I hear the heart beat of the thoughts as they come and go inside my mind. One beating after another as the thoughts change in unison of the thinking. As they move do I form rough uneven thoughts? Dark unmending seams that never close?
Smell, it contains me. An emotion of serenity. Shall I walk in the expectation of smelling salt water and flying fish? Ground up dirt ready for planting, or dust inside moldy windows in need of cleaning?
I think I will turn myself inside out, then outside in again. Shaking out the cobwebs, the disorientated thoughts and the memories that want me to make sense of them. I did it before but the roads show me a road not yet taken.
I will be mindful not of suspicious thinking but mindful of a foot on bare sand walking along enjoying the scenery in my mind. A mInd filled with emptiness, a view of never ending clarity. A completeness that inspires me to keep trying as I view the miles of roads to choose from in my mind. Doesn’t matter if the roads are worn out, there are always new footprints to make. Wide or narrow I will learn to traverse them without suspicion of an outcome that may or may not become real.
This world is mine to be mndful of. I will take a breath and breathe in completely and again breathe out with out coughing or attempting to hold my breath.