The Hill

There was a hill in my town,
existing, from the beginning of dawn.

Few tread its path,
for, tall & steep it was.

To one low pocket, I climbed,
with effort & rhyme.

Breathtaking, the view,
Tranquil, the breeze blew.

As I pondered to move further,
A voice from the top beckoned – “come hither!”.

“Find here the freedom, you have long sought!
Regret it – you will not!

I can guide your way to the top,
But you can only get there, if you don’t stop!”

Saying thus, HE came down, My Master,
Only that, I may get there faster!


The Mind

Observe with care and you shall find,

Past, present & future – are the three states of the mind!


Vacillating forever between the three,

The mind commits a treachery unknown to thee!


By linking buried memories of the past

And anxieties the future cast,

It brings forth fear and depression, which can last!


Realize this and let not your mind torment,

Center your being completely in the present moment!


Do not fall for its mockery, O prudent one!

Says my Master, the Enlightened One.