Ours is a mirror universe
As reflection on our mind things appear
Directing our brain to sensual things
Be they gross or subtle
They appear in our mental frame
Seen on an unseen screen
Staying on as long as we pay attention
But gone when mind is withdrawn
Our mind thus crafts its own chosen game
For fulfilling its myriad desires
While acting and reacting along the way
Making us stressed or joyous in turn
And at last we begin to learn
That what we think is what we are
And start detaching from objects of desire
Aiding our blissful Self to blossom
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Very intuitive insight, Tushar! You have a great way with words, clarifying understanding of one's self, interiorly is the way to blossom fully. This one is a favorite one! Thank you Tushar. RoseAnn