Mind
The flowers wither when its time The sun disappears in the horizon People known bid goodbye Objects held dearly deteriorate What then sustains This thing called life A burden to carry Alive yet dying The questions pour forth Creating a turbulence in my mind Disturbed I faint and accept madness Overcome by these torrent of thoughts Suddenly the flowers bloom within As the spirit brightens the mind People populate with love And play with the objects that arise Ye mind! You are a wonder Constantly changing and playful Your games I see now Wonderstruck I bow down and pray May this realization last forever Asato ma sat gamaya Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya Mrtyor ma amritam gamaya Om Shanthi Shanthi Shanthihi