Quizzical Mind
Quizzical mind, hemmed in by thought,
grips us in a remorseless bind,
serving no purpose, for we’re blind,
spiralling in a narrow slot
whilst acclaiming we are self-taught.
What should we do to leave behind,
quizzical mind?
We can if we choose and we ought
shift to our heart, loving and kind,
with cravings of ego declined,
whence silence reduces to naught,
quizzical mind.
16-February-2023
Rondine
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