If Mind A Dancer Is On Stage Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I see my mind as I see vast seaside,
And thoughts like random waves fading away,
They rise, recede like waxing-waning tide,
Yet some, like weeds survive their welcome stay.

Oft, like an empty stage flooded with light,
Amidst it all, there survives pure silence,
Like a rain-washed shore in deep penitence,
The dancer left, leaving delight filled blight!

But left lone on rain-washed shore in silence,
If mind a dancer is upon life stage,
And I but a witness, a silent sage,
If so, what use this idle contrite sense?

And if body-mind be vehicle in use,
What use being in command without cues?
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The poet's pen wonders here: if mind is like a dancer on life's stage, and the real I (atman)is merely a witness, it is akin to a situation wherein He's commanding the reins without cues.
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Musings | 04.01.11 |