My mind is empty at times
As no thoughts linger long.
There is a parody of jest
That lingers till almost dawn.
I have to laugh at the whim
Of a thought that comes to bear.
There when I thought of nothing else,
This thought gave promise within.
Let it linger as a tease
To incite the emptiness
Into profound action
And may this, in itself, bring peace.
Love ya!
Jane