Sunday, January 18, 2015


The blank mind
Resists thoughts
 In fear of the known,
And strives to remain blank.

The spilt ink  
Renders blank paper
But I see 
Through the eyes of Rorschach.
The blank paper 
Now stained
Evokes interpretations
Some vivid
Some contrived
Some blunt.

The blank mind-
Now stained-
By thoughts,
Pervading all space
Makes room for doubt.
Some sicken
Some relieve
Some persist.

But the mind refuses 
To budge
And continues
To strive
To remain blank,
To outlast the fear-
of the known.