Mind the mind that controls man
It makes him ‘dance to its tunes’
It makes life a puppet-show
Where it is the puppeteer
And man is the ‘puppet on a string’!
A string pulled here, a string pulled there
And then to and fro, or up and down
All because of the capricious mind
Mind the mind that controls man!
A kind word, a flattering comment
It laps it up as a hungry kitten does milk!
A harsh rebuff, pungent criticism
Works like poison to a man without control over his mind!
He becomes ‘easy prey’ to it
Gets deluded to withdraw into a make-believe shell
Or reacts in cynical pugnacity
As would only harm him and others!
A man who has no control over his mind
Is happy, peaceful and contented
As long as he gets all that he desires
So his joy and peace all just seasonal1
But fate takes its own course in life
As some ‘power unknown’ directs this voyage of life
When man falls out of favour with Mistress Fortune
He forsakes Faith and Hope and sinks into despair!
Is Man guilty of ruining his life?
Nay! Never! Its but human to err or ‘miss the train’!
He is just a victim of his mind
When this dawns on him, he ‘wakes up’!
He becomes the ‘witness’ to the vagaries of his mind
And then slowly dispassion sets in
And no more is he a slave of his mind
For he has befriended it!
Now joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure
Heaven or hell, doubt or FAITH
Whatever is he a witness to
Just moves on as waves in the mind!
Be it pain, be it pleasure,
Be it joy, be it sorrow
Be it praise or be it insult
Nothing stays in the mind for too long !
Friends are blessings
Enemies as some swear to be. Of Man, are blessings too
Joys are blessings
Sorrows are blessings – in disguise!
‘’LIFE’ is a festival and celebration every day
As moment-to-moment life and death happen
Every moment mind dies and is born anew
To enrich life and relationships
To be tools for progress ‘on the path’!
O Lord! Thank You for this Moment Which bears the next in its ‘womb’ Out of it will be born a new life. Life is only in ‘The Present Moment’ always.
All else is synonymous with death Death is not that which is of the body The former is just an ‘optical illusion’ Yes!! A misinterpreted view of the fallacious mind Which corrects itself at the predestined moment!
Yes! That moment of the ‘Dawn of Grace’ When the mind just dissolves in itself To ‘rise’ like the ‘Phoenix’ from its ashes And be one with the ‘witness consciousness’
Real Death is in those moments in life When the embodied soul is in mental turmoil And gets lost in the ‘dark tunnel’of doubts and despair And keeps ‘trudging’ along in fear of a ‘dead end’!
But today or tomorrow, this lifetime or the next He will see the ‘light’ at the end of the tunnel For God loves man and he tests him But only to make him strong. To climb up to and be cradled in ‘His Lap”for ever!
Thank you Lord! For this human mind! For this experience of Death and Rebirth of the mind! The latter would not be possible without the former Isn’t this human mind the greatest of blessings Albeit, in disguise, of the Lord!