Yellow With Yellow Poem by Parul Panthri

The conscious mind interferes with the talent very often these days.
The joy of breathing gets lost between 'inhale and 'exhale'.
How can I just 'be' when I'm forever conscious of the fact that 'I am'?
How can I write effortlessly when I consciously frame every sentence?
Subtract a word here, erase a line there,
and the soul slips away from the words.
I'm consciously trying not to be conscious.
I'm trying to paint yellow with yellow.