a beautiful ground

those cloaks of darkness 

and light 

worn by the ghosts 

of ego-mind 

parade around to be 

taken as real 

yet they have no true 

power in themselves

but are made of

energy only

coming together 

to appear as something 

real

yet when the force of nature 

or kali in purity 

comes to tear the covers and 

masks away

then those ghosts haunt no more 

for they have no more voice 

or way of holding to anything 

they go away into the void 

where they call no more 

to your mind 

the mind then 

is laid bare like a beautiful ground 

freshly tilled 

where pure potential lives 

where all springs from 

and cannot live without 

then, 

the mind is quiet