Silently, the builder forms my reality
Covertly, a tapestry of life is woven
Footsteps leaving occulted trails
House, constructed by the blind
Each thought, a brick and mortar
Fear or love manifesting an abode
Choices selected without intention
Watching, never seeing
Experience betrayed by aspiration
Present, hostage to past and future
Judgement breeds cascading desire
Thinking, never aware
Haranguing voice eternally echoes
Unwanted companion barks chaos
Disjointed beams, unlevel floors
Listening, never hearing
Participating, I form my reality
Watching, I am seeing the level plumb
Thinking, I am aware as the saw transits
Listening, I am hearing the hammer strike
Each thought is a building block of reality
Every block will demonstrate fear or love
Remaining present, I can choose love
This is my home, I am the builder
