Caught in the

Silken threads of

Life’s cobweb

Wishing, wanting;

Grieving, worrying;

Clinging and clutching.

Mind, Oh! Mind,

Are you ever satisfied?

When in company

You pine for lone time;

When alone

You crave for company.

Mind, Oh! Mind,

Are you ever content?


Do you not know

That these silk threads are

Meandering waters

Dark and muddy

Churning on themselves

Etching deep

Into the being,

Racing towards


A shimmering falsity –

A shifting mirage?


Mind, Oh! Mind,

When will you realise that

In stopping and not churning

can you reflect

the vastness

that lights you and the mirage?