A mind that wanders in the world of the unknown.... searches for something new, for something that is art , for something that is a treasure to keep.

How do u stop a mind that wanders?
How do u stop a risen step?
How do u ask how where to go when u are looking into a dark tunnel?
How do u know ?

How do u stopper the anger flowing out of u?
How do u hold back those tears?
How do u not vent ?
How do u not ?

How do u skip a beat?
How do u dance in joy?
How do u rejoice life?
How do u show ?

How do u say stop?
How do u know?
how do u not?
How do u show?
How?

Life has a lot of questions like this but there is more to these questions than just simple answers... silence maybe... or maybe something so universal that it is just understood... what is more universal than silence?

In this quest of answering and asking questions the mind wanders on , to greener pastures or to drier deserts.. wherever it is that the mind wanders, one cant restrict it. You cant chain it down to the dusty earth and not let it fly high... Like the wind, breeze, hurricane and air , the mind is formless, transforming and evolving it moves from one place to another... But what when it stops at one point? Has that happened? What if it did?

Ask the mind that wanders, for I am still looking...

Signing Off
Me

( this may have made no sense, but to me it does - wanderer that i am)