On the mercy of thoughts
That ceases to cease in flow
Like currents of a waterfall
Going without ado.
Through the noises around the world
And the tunnels of talks and faith
They slip past the day
And emerge without delay.
Knotting and pulping, sometimes gulping,
Where inside the abyss to find self ?
World shouts so much, the voice inside is invisible.
Everything is contained, yet nothing can be held.
If only one thing one gets, one yearns,
That love to shush the mind
That care to hold tight, what flushes out, gushes out
Unceasingly.
When all the walls
Of thoughts are breached.
To take out a life and be nurtured
A soul will be complete
And all the material will mean the world.
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