Sunday, January 9, 2011

The Turning Point

Cloaks and masks of conditioning and fear,
Images false,but very dear.
Clinging to unreal;nerves loving the pathways,
Freedom lies not here,for here are mind's highways.

On these highways,frequent are accidents,
Many a sharp turn,bends and destiny's incidents.
Self-created and yet the architect knows not the highway's blue print?
Is it so blinding the mind's glint?

The injuries make us sit up,
Give us time to see fears,down and up,
To realize the mind is tricky,
To give in to it's ways is risky.

Ah! the truth is out.
Calm mind has seen the Other mind,there isn't any doubt.
Awakening to watchfulness,
Shines light now of awareness.