Slinking Toward the Beauty

Thoughts shreik 
in the back of my brain,
the uncontrollable children
naughty with too many words and
the mind shrouded in false wisdom
like a boastful man
slinking toward the beauty
of understanding.

I am lost in all that noise;
the clattering and chattering
of teeth and tongue
toward meaning
that is meaningless.

Instead, let peace waft
over the surface of consciousness
like fog rising up from the river
or smoke from a fall fire.

Here, around this simple flame,
the observer takes control of the situation
by letting the ego burn
like karma finally released
into the night sky.