Have You Ever Stepped in the Eye of a Storm?

There's a circle and a triangle And the eye of a storm And I hear absolutely nothing Sitting amid that whirling roar I think the noise of the world cancels out here Even the time, stretched and transformed But am I in contemplation or just a refuge? The mind can be playful with its master; You know? Let me sit in the circle and ask the triangle then: "Is the trickster mind saving me in its eye by inventing a storm?"

28 Jul 2021