The object and the thought

Cannot part ways

They depend on each other

For identity, meaning and existence.

You can’t check to see

If the reflection has left the mirror

It will continue to be

As long as you are

The mind has no purpose

It has only presence

It just is.

And thought is absence

That is meandering in darkness

Trying to make sense of the experienced

Dividing itself into subject and predicate

Unaware

That the two are one

Doomed to be in a perpetual quest

It stands lost and directionless

In its own ever-expanding space.