Thought debris

I asked my spirit
what is my goal ?         

My spirit asked      
is there a goal ?         

I said with fun     
There must be one         

Said the spirit with a smile
pen this down, save the file

Goal is an object     
BE that object         

And you'll know     
there was none         

The infinity of space and    
the infinity of process         

Stitched together     
to create you        

A recycled     
periodic table 

The zillion atom body     
that you boast          

Is mostly the space     
that you host         

Having space
at your core          

With arrogance     
you like to roar !

You search nothingness     
and call it knowledge !         

You talk infinite     
with mind in the finite

Please ping your mind
and be a little kind

Once you are done     
the fun has begun         

You will find yourself     
in the ocean of 'none'        

The mighty EG O will appear  
'For example zero'     

Increase the space
between your thoughts

Culture the silence
mind must be taught

The lesser you think
the more you're aware

The more you are aware
the more you'll laugh

The more you laugh
the more you increase

volume of energy 
per wave of thought

This is a request
not a decree         

As soon as possible
leave your thought debris !