The mind is capricious
It is complex and untrustworthy
The mind is a story teller
That feeds on old wounds
And a vivid imagination
It is the carrot dangler
And the harbinger of doom
When left to its own devices
It will rule you, fool you
And overrule you
We are enslaved to mind
As to a narcissist king
Pretending to be
An innocent servant
Without insight, depth and humility
Without reflection and a deeper wisdom
Without empathy, compassion and heart
We are destined to be at war for many a year
Mind and against mind
Self against self
People against people
When we are at war with ourselves
We have no chance of being at peace with others
So I have to declare my call
Make peace with yourself, my friend
Stop fighting with your mind
It doesn’t hold the solution
You must go deeper into the unknown
Like some mythological hero’s tale
You will have to venture into the dark
And conquer demons and dark shadows
There is no other way than within
Only by liberating yourself from mind’s tyranny
Will mind come back into service as exquisite technician
Without this deeper inquiry
Man is but a beast driven mad by his own pain
Unable to be present
He projects his pain outwards onto the world
Telling himself stories he then believes
Without really knowing the truth about anything
Our moment is here,
We live in extraordinary times
When the unravelling of falsehood is possible
But only when we develop our warrior nature.
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I love this poem, Kavi. It speaks loud and clear to me. I've just recently had an insight (again) to how my mind can trap me in a world that is made up of my thoughts and their consequent feelings as though this it is what is real and present. It takes such diligent attentiveness to step back from my thoughts, again and again and again, that I wonder if this is the work of a lifetime.