We Are Who We Are

along the river of the mind, we sail

in an endless loop from one side to

the other as if oblivion is a meaningless

concept to our captain who paddles

all the time without tiring...  our hull

is our unconsciousness that floats

aimlessly inside our consciousness

as if it were conjoined...  our sails

unfurl with each thought, catching

the wind that is created by our mental

exhausts...   we are cosmic in origin,

not belonging to anyone but available

to everyone who trespasses on the currents

of our ideologies, not fully understanding

or appreciate the nature of our blessed

sentimentalities...  we are anchorless and

rudderless as we roam the mind's river

not really caring whose mind or whose

river in which we are sailing...  only that

we are there with all the others who see

the strings of nature and who are bound

by nature's strings...  we dismiss idle

knowledge and the speculative format

of theory but we are acutely aware that our

ability to think is not always who we are.

18 July 2022