Somewhere in the chamber of the mind
A thought is born and slowly seeks to find
Escape from out the twisting maze
Of endless noise which from the mind relays.
Throughout the ages, many means are found,
And numerous gurus crowned
In this enduring quest
For ways to put the mind at rest.
But still it babbles on without a clue,
Although it may be true, there are a few
Who saw the false illusion in their day,
And gained a solid step along the way.
And though it seems we never will
Complete the climb up that long hill,
Each step along the path each day
Is further progress on the way.