The Churning of Mind

Like ocean waves
lashing
one after the other
in a relentless cycle;
the umpteen thoughts
rush in
churning the mind;


A storm brews
within;


The cycles of Sadhana
doesn’t abate
the storm;
as the mind
refuses to sit still
for a moment.


I offer them all
to the One who sits unmoved;


I guess,


“For the Neelakant too, this
is a task too difficult – swallowing poison
that this mind churns daily;”


For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
why didn’t the blue
turn a shade darker?


For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
why did He refuse
the offering?


For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
is this, worse than what He drank?


5.12.2016 | Poem after Padmasadhana, Kriya
Chantings: Rudra Puja
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