A State of Mind

Written in stone are
the words you can't create
the form of expression
yet to be established 
locked in by life itself 
As we lay, As we breathe 
It passes by underneath 
around above and behind 
sometimes even through us 
A way of passage known 
only by the subconsious 
mind, empty what was 
and exit from the back 
enter where you will 
be because that is 
where you are 
where they listen 
and where you speak 
We tend to avoid what 
is real and that is why 
paradise has become 
a state of mind, one
only you can find.