Blessed Mind
Long have I cursed my mind The tumultuous flow of thoughts The deep longings for objects The thirsts for fulfilling lusts calls The hatred bred in misunderstandings The sorrow of imagined loss Some ignoramus pointed at the mind And I the fool followed I... I ... naan ...moi.... The seeker that itself is the sought ... Clarity. .. what a fool I've been The mind is a tool A beautiful device of joy An infinite treasure trove of thoughts A keeper of life's longings A lover of treasured moments A book of life's learnings A magical wand for living in joy What a great gift of life The thing which I thought was my curse Is the greatest blessing of my existence I can differentiate myself from everything else And still belong to the world of things I can divinize the moment and the place Else I can see the Divinity in All All and All and All in me I am but Truth in All that is to see Oh. . If not for this blessed mind I offer thanks to All that is I know ...