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
And that I think I don't
And to what that I can't imagine now
For All my thanks I offer to me
The one in All and The All in One
Oh lovely mind
All in Thee I see in me
For Thee art All and All is Me
I am. ..
Om Tat Sat...
