Every day
I desperately seek
The space between
Each successive thought
A sacred sanctum
Where mental afflictions end
And true awareness begins,
In its abidance
Even the foremost
Among all thoughts,
The 'I' thought,
Evaporates
© 2016
That space between thoughts is sacred Govind. Wise observation for a young man. Loved your poem.
Truly deep and mind blowing poem. You are right, bliss is the space between two thoughts. it is best experienced in deep sleep when the mind subsides.
Each suggestive thought! Using the mind very well. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I is most likely an illusion. Disappointing but a revelatory thought