NESTING:

Within my old mind, lies the nesting of ideas,

Of birthing, of life, death & of so many fears,

Of seeds planted & of such problems & notions,

And the knotted web, of all unwanted emotions.

Cross-legged I sit, seeking illusive sweet heaven,

I lay Counting sheep at night, seven times eleven,

Meditations on the “nothing”& the mantra of “Om”,

Praying to the nesting of tight knots, to fly & be gone.

 Searching for tranquility, in death & its imminent peace,

In the nest of life´s mind, where all thinking must cease,

And when the egg-shells of thought, do crack open & die,

It´s time, when from the nest, we shall find freedom & fly.