poems

Begun

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.

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