Mind is empty
It never touches the vision
Nor the smell
Not the taste
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You are right, it canm never be filled, its capacity is infinite. CP
As I start this piece, I find the title means something diffrent to me by the time I reach the end. As if the poem does some sort of twist or dives to a diffrent layer.
I gave this a 9 believe it or not because it was too short. I do not believe any poem should ever end in the word enigma. GW62
Wonderful peom and inspiring.