Friday, March 19, 2021

THE MIND

 

As in a pond- ripple blocks,

Tranquility unblocks;

So is the mind. O mother!

Thoughts are a block

Where thoughtlessness is the key.

When thoughts subside,

Can tranquility see;

The clarity within, utmost

Which shows the unseen, unveiling of the cosmos.

Filled with secrets, O mother!

Tranquility pricks the mist.


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