You Are Just You Poem by thomas skypembrook

spar with the czar
the workings of the mind
when you deem the star
is getting far
you stir the soup in the pot
what mind doesn't go wild
it is the doing of its nature
one doesn't plumb the mind
but the mind is for itself
celebration of mind profound
everything is hot
don't let the mind stop.
let you climb high
the mind must get incredibly spiritual
experience the special state of inner Light.
nothing is contrived
mind does nothing, it's said
the cloud of unknowing is working by itself
keep the schools
sleep in peace
send in the clowns
let us fly to the heights
of the universe
make us strong again
time filled with joy and laughters
what it is, it is.
let's learn to be experts.
what is true
you are just you.