Thoughts, thoughts,
Who would have thought that thoughts could be so offensive to the senses?
a silent cacophony
an invisible chaos
a disordered confusion
a tumultuous turmoil
an all-consuming blur
Apparent to none but the thinker;
concealed inside the mysterious mind
which is curious to even itself.
Clamorous concepts
Impudent ideas
Rude realisations
Not one of them clear
Each is a thought, and the mind is quite full.
Unceasing, unrelenting, always swirling, never ending
Noise
HUSH.
Be still. soundless silence.
All stopped, all gone.
Who am I now?
~ I resolve to know but one
A single thought of truth
Christ and Him crucified