In the Fullness of My Mind


My mind being full, I am no less than its whole, and

no more than that, there being no scope for overflow,

no gutters, pipes or drains to wash away the fullness of

me. There are, of course, fools with less, who will fear,

always, the completeness of the fullness of the minds

of the mindful. Full and complete of mind,  I am more

than the lessness of the fearful, and remain – my mind

full – mindful. An untapped, and mindful, mind of a my

own. An ungutted and untapped minefield, a fieldful of



Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019

Image by Scott Warburton from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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