THE WORD MIND

Words!  Words!  Words!

Entangled in them

And endlessly suffering

The word - mind! 

DISTINCT IDEA

The sky knows no east

The mind knows no rest

All distinctions are mere ideas!

The heretic says

Dear friend

Dont you get snared by thought!

RUTHLESS PATH

The path across is ruthless

No room for life or entanglement

Concepts and understanding

From and feeling

All of these too, have to go

So kill and slay!

Leave no corpse behind!

In this path of enlightenment

No idea can ever get across!

FLYING CARPET OF IDEAS

Flying on a carpet of ideas

To the enchanted land of the possible

Across the clouds of imagination

Riding the winds of enthusiasm

Come fly away; fly away to the land of the possible

Flying on a carpet of ideas

Woven by innovation, on threads of passion

Breaking away chains of convention

And defying theories of gravity

Come fly away; fly away to the land of freedom

As the time is good, and the weather is merry

Sit back and tighten, the sane seat-belts of reality; and come fly away

Come fly away on the enthralling carpet of ideas

WASHED AWAY

In the vicious whirlpool of thought

My drowning soul gets dragged away

In the overpowering stream of ideas

 My mind sinks to its demise

In this world of form and appearances

My deluded heart dies to preference

When the tide rises and the flood of death finally sweeps me over

What of me is still left to be washed away?