The Unseen Trap
The mind craves for pleasures of flesh
Knowing pretty well they end in a flash
Yet the hankering does continue afresh
This is the reality difficult to digest; harsh.
The mysterious longing for something
Keeps always growing inside the being
Fulfilling one; raises claim for a new thing
It thus plays hide and seek; ever harassing.
The desires known perpetually haunting
And the unknown ones continue hiding
Like the tidal waves in the ocean rising
And the mill goes on perpetually churning.
This dilemma is unquestionably mystifying
With no exact relief known for its mending
But there is a certain way of disassembling
By wisely cultivating the art of non-minding.
To get reprieve from this relentless grinding
Train the mind in doing focused something
That really helps lift the spirit in harnessing
The divine succour as an uplifting blessing.
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