Tiny Bardos

The noise that Is in me That spins me Just won't stop The thoughts that Are racing Faster, faster Tense me up inside I react And act out Not thinking No spaces To stop this dance The feeding Of monsters Is habit So old It's automatic now From seeing To thinking To feeling To acting Then reacting No spaces No Choices Just momentum That pushes Me to the next When will There be time To live life Beyond this Chaotic waltz How can I claim my Thoughts back From this Psychotic passion play One breath Then two breaths Then three Trying to rest Thoughts come Thoughts go Like clouds In a clear sky My mind Is not them Is not me Just Patterns I can let it go Spaces In breathing In heart beats In thought forms Take my thinking back Now I'm Much closer To seeing The causes And conditions of it all By taking Back these spaces These moments Tiny Bardos That I wasted before Finely The clouds Have cleared I'm a Rainbow Now