Keeping our Insight
In flight
Is part of our might
And we must not keep it hidden from sight
For as we stream
Our consciousness Team
Begins to gleam
A whole new ream
Of delicious thought
That keeps us self-taught
And not curled up in a knot
Which needs a spot
To be un-taut.
We are our own self celebration
And deliberation
In thought.
We have come to the stillness of naught
If we are all self-taught.
Untie your own knot
Slip from being caught
And you will become your own taught
Security fought
Pleasure-assured spot.
We are cannibals in thought
When we tie ourselves in knots
Of streams of thoughts
Instead of giving into the plot
Of turning it to naught.