My Mind Is A Wild Wood Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Pray, my thoughts seem to rush in flood,
I've everything but peace of mind.
No, my son, you wind and rewind,
Go yon, when blossom's still a bud.

I scarce know how thoughts sail in boats,
Ere I know, flowers they're from buds.
Watered, my brain fields invite birds,
They come to feast on wildest oats.

None can blossoms of their buds nip,
I am the crop, the crop is mine.
No, with practice can you them clip,
Know this; thoughts live a life of nine.

When I reap what I thought was thought,
It was flower blossomed from bud,
And oft a bouquet in a pot,
Or water lily amid mud!

And my mind's manicured garden
Gets over grown into wild wood;
Buried therein I can't see sun,
And wilder it grows whilst I brood.

I can't search peace though peace is nigh,
Nor can the restless inner I;
Watch your thoughts, silence ‘tween thoughts dwells,
There, wild lily divinity spells.

So, give your thoughts no fertile ground,
Nor water; keep weeds within bound.
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Wild crops1 refers to unwanted thoughts. The poem is set in the form of doubts by the disciple and thoughtful lights get thrown in by the Guru.
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Musings | 03.01.11 |