Glory To Thee Oh Mind Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

Blaze, mind,
Blaze forth your radiance!

Some day in the future,
Our mortal tryst will end
And I will then witness your ineffable resplendence.

Not this vagrant instrument
Of fake and relative attractions,
Of doom, fear and short lived joys.

I will see
The same
That was never seen by me,
Not till this soul rises
To its cosmic bonfire.

Caught at last in the mellow
Sweetness of tranquility
You will merge into the serene lake of meditation.

Heretofore, slave to the restless senses,
You made a slave of me,
Ignorant of my true identity.

I followed, blind
Leaving behind eternal heritage of happiness
For valleys of temporal pleasures.

Little I realised
That I existed in a ceaseless flux,
A transfiguration,
A prisoner to pain and pleasure
In areas of ceaseless uneasiness;

A mere shadow,
Now here
Then nowhere, that made of me
A fated moth
In the web of mortality.

Still,
However insatiable
And indomitable
You were,
However much you made me
Run

However unbearable the pain
I suffered at your hands
I hail you as my master.
Blaze forth your primordial effulgence, oh mind!

I needed to taste the fruits of bitter tears,
Reactions to my own actions
To understand the depth of this creation
Hidden behind a facade of perpetual movement,
That hides the reality.

For time untold
I wandered in delusion
In order to taste undiluted wisdom;
Through the drops of my tears,
I could see the glory of my own immortality.

You it was who made me weak,
To realise my strength,
To know that I can, like the mythical Phoenix
Rise again from the ash of my despair
To the radiance of my derelict self.

You it was who taught me
That pain and hopelessness
Are strength in disguised,
And initiated me into the secrets of calm equilibrium,
Non-attachment.

And that when on my journey,
Surrounded by delusions
Confused,
And darkness abound,
You it was
Who taught me to seek inside this heart
For my very own light.

Glory to thee, oh great teacher,
Glory to thee!