The Builder

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