Thoughts bubble to the surface.
As I think the word 'mind' over and over.
Anchor attention with it.
Watch the process of thought-making.

Like a pot bubbling on a stove.

Before thought,
Intention,
And before that - desire.

Mental proliferations
Moving like ripples waves
On the surface of the ocean.

Deeper I dive.
Brushing aside sometimes weird streams of thoughts
Generated from countless intentions in the past.
Intentions repeated over and over
Till they took on a momentum of their own.
Became sankharas. 

What desire drives me now?

A desire to get to the bottom of things.
To go deep within the mind.
To the place where the bubbles come from.