March 25, 2015 life
An unexamined thought
is like a knife in a drawer,
an unseen weapon
that can grow
into poison.
It can slip
into the soup
of our consciousness
unnoticed,
unless,
in mindfulness,
we recognize
its bitter taste.
In the light of our awareness,
the mind is our greatest gift,
but, when we sleepwalk
through our own darkness,
it can be our undoing.