Blank minds

The  mind is empty, as empty as can be. 

The blankness that accepts it is all that it will ever be. 

Thoughts snow down on the blank sheet that sits upon, oh so many words that rain down like a storm. 

The thoughts slowly fade away and as quick as that they are invading my soul once again. 

The mind is full and the mind is empty, as empty is my mind as the  rays of the sun. 

As the rays of the sun that fill the earth to wrap its children in a friendly hug, just as that do my thoughts wrap around my heart to comfort and bless the blankness of such a blank vast mind.