Not my thoughts

That which seems important can fade like the evening sun
Though I tremble as I try to grasp it
I look deeply into it

What is important, the soul? love? blood?
Perhaps all and none at the same time
I am putting my ego self on that pedestal once more

I am trying hard to look within and without
driving as fast as I can
and only looking in the rear view

Stop the car, step out, breath in
Listen, to the bird from Katroo, and say
I am me, not my thoughts you see.

Disappearing completely,
VJ