The Trouble With The Mind

The trouble with the mind
Is that it can get troubled

And losing its peace
Gets worked up doubled

Driving worries and fear
About matters far and near

Imagining the worst
Demanding attention first

So attention is consumed
Dis-easing body with many a wound

As vital energies as wasted
Leaving mind and body faded

The trouble with the mind
Is that it can get troubled

As the mind is wrapped in FEAR
Little logic is here

To break one free
From the mere fantasy

Of imagined experiences
Of perturbing appearances

Like wild horses on the run
Seeming steady mind comes undone

Suffering mounts and peace lost
At a really huge cost

The trouble with the mind
Is that it can get troubled

The mind, how does one train
To remain in control of the reins

Discipline of a lifetime
That is achieved only sometime

By a handful few that succeed
Most wrestle with the mind indeed

But there is another way
The masters and sages say

Look deeply into the nature of mind
What is its truth, go find

Whose mind causes troubles
Find the I from which mind bubbles

Who is this I, find the truth
In your childhood and in youth

Through the ages, who is aware
Find this, the sages dare

The trouble with the mind
Is that it can get troubled

But when you know who the I is
You are not far from the Divine’s kiss

When the light of truth shines
The grip of the I declines

With the I losing its tethers
Minds grip on things withers

Above life’s clamor and din
Rises clarity within

Rather than fighting the fear
Where it rises from becomes clear

As the I’s stories become evident
It is seen that mind was I’s servant

Knowing you are not this I
But One that is vaster than the sky

Puts the mind in its place
As instrument of God’s Grace

The trouble with the mind
Is that it can get troubled

But look within, dear friend
And see suffering’s journey come to end