It’s empty today;
No words inside,
No thoughts to spill,
My head is hollow.
No criss-cross of images,
No scattered musings,
I’m amused though.
The reflections sure have to find the way
How can it lose its way?
Maybe, the trance is waiting to surface,
the moment jitters subside.
It’s time for meditation,
And to wait for the pensive mind to strike.
Linking this to NaBloPoMo November – Day 12
Void Thoughts 