The mind is capriciousIt is complex and untrustworthyThe mind is a story tellerThat feeds on old woundsAnd a vivid imaginationIt is the carrot danglerAnd the harbinger of doomWhen left to its own devicesIt will rule you, fool youAnd overrule youWe are enslaved to mind
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.
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.
It is the work of a lifetime, and it gets easier until it becomes one's nature. Thanks for your comment!