Mess of Threads

Hammering inside the head,
No big things—just a mess of threads.
Dare not underestimate them—
Like a stubborn child,
Crying, howling all the time.
I wonder how they manage,
Breaks give them life.

Poem
As I go deep,
Each thought and conflict holds the same intense grip,
Yet in observation,
There is a sudden shift.
Oh, how wonderful it is.

Fall and Arise
Fall and arise… fall and arise.
Beating oneself has no point.
Trying is the goal itself.
Keep practising
Till the last breath.

Poem

One restless movement
gives birth to many.
To answer restlessness too quickly—
is to step into fire.
Better to remain
within the silent discomfort,
than to speak in vain
and get entangled
in an endless chain.

The Mind’s Play
Just when we think we know the mind,
It laughs and makes a move,
It breaks all rules, beats all odds.
No one is spared, not even Gods—
So let it move, don’t hold too tight,
Let it play – don’t interpret,
Just remember –
There’s something more.