Thoughts

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