Least Read Poems About Taoism

I went to build a cairn
but could not get to where I know the rocks are.  
Usually, a mandala is constructed
before we act like it never existed.  

My brain, in the middle of the night
while I'm sleeping,  
is trying to figure out,
without my knowabouts,
how to get out of my skull.

I can't get it out of my head
now that I have absolutely no way
to communicate with my brain,
to tell it to calm down.  

Fascinating. The mind.  
The darkness
within the darkness.  
The murmed brain that expels the thought.