from thought to thought
one’s mind goes
like water filling cups
of various shapes
or water forming sinuous rivers
over a varied landscape:
and at each turn
one thinks one is one’s thoughts
one thinks one is one’s conditioning
and one takes on all the creed and ideology;
so that now one is a member of a group
or now one is angry, one is sad, one is happy
rarely does one see one’s conditioning;
rarely does one see beyond the word and image
Yes Sir, you are absolutely correct. We are just what we think of................Our thoughts like conditioners alters us very surprisingly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Yes, we are not supposed to identify all those myriads thoughts and what if's with our personal self, but see them only as passing ripples in a stream. It isn't so easy, after all.(sigh)