NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 3

Mala

 

A chain of beads

resting on a table

seems to shift in place

when Thought

is shifting.

Thought — takes what’s there

and makes it change.

Thought takes truth,

embellishes it.

Thought

connects things which seem separate,

separates what seems connected.

A string of beads

is also

beads

strung together as a mala.

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