My mind

Changed wind blows,
Spontaneous rhythms.
He/she pendulums,
BEnding to and fro within.
REturning empty,
Empty returns...

I paint the stars,
Painting my skies.
Brushing pallet,
Brooming canvases.
And something gets colored,
Coloring my mind...

I hit a stone,
Stirring ripples.
The water blurs,
Blurring my eyes.
And something gets carried,
CArried away in tides.
Something,My mind...

I climb steps,
Walking miles...
On my stairway to heaven,
LEaving all.
And something is left behind,
Something,My mind.

Changed wind blows,
Spontaneous rhythms.
He/she pendulums,
BEnding to and fro within.
REturning empty,
Empty returns...