Currents of Contemplation

"My mind, a ravine..."

My mind, a ravine carved deep and wide,

Where thoughts like streams in ceaseless currents glide.

A waterbed of dreams, it sways and flows,

Ideas cascade where the wild mind goes.

Through crags of doubt, waters rush and play,

Languid notions rise, then drift away.

Some settle soft, in pools of quiet gloom,

Others roar past, a torrent threatening doom.

The pebbles of my thoughts, smoothed by the tide,

Hold secrets where my deepest musings hide.

Each ripple a spark, each wave a scheme,

My mind, the ravine, alive with the stream.

e.—2025