By the hot white sand
Waves sear out
Up and down
Up and down
Broken pieces and dregs
Float here and there;
Thrown out by waves
They meet hot white sand;
Taken in by waves
Become part of vast ocean
With no home to rest
They leave and return
In cycles it repeats
Devoid of sense or control
With no home to lay
Thoughts peep in and out
Meandering through time
With no home to lay
They neither stay nor leave
As if every stay needs a leave
They repeat in cycles
And yet
I seek out to train
To train and to control
Thoughts and their source.