The Cause of Grief

Guru:

Come on! O Seeker! Why are you grieving?

Sishya:

What to say Sir! In thousands, doubts heaving!

Guru:

Lo! What are those! May you say so!
Perhaps we explore what we may do so!

Sishya:

Are those evil? Or good? Don’t know!
But grief and delusion, those do, I know!

Guru:

As you worry, and as I care,
May you hurry to say and share!
By sharing, you may see the shore!
In saying, grief won’t grow for sure!

Sishya:

Days not enough to unload my heart
Filled with so many wavering thoughts!

Guru:

So what! Let go! With the clouded mind
You only see, parading grief all kind!
Say it loud! By doing all around
May it end to bring the Truth to mend!

Sishya:

Sir! Peace no more! As the mind wants more!
‘Forever-lacking’ is the essence therefore!

Guru:

Is that a worry! Nay, it is a chance!
Say what’s in the mind doing that dance!

Sishya:

None so specific, I have nothing to rue,
Yet the chores of life that I have to do
Make me bored, the zeal wanes more!
Mind struggles with vain thoughts galore!

The Impurity of Mind

Guru:

Ho! Ho! It is Mud of your mind so deep!
Clogging, bringing lethargy to creep!

Sishya:

Deep mind-mud? O Teacher! What’s that?

Guru:

Those are sediments of sorrow in the mind!
The rut of suppressed desires, that remind!

The mind-mud is the what you left undone
Even in the tasks that are casually done!
It is your unfilled wants and mounting grief
Gathering dust without an outlet!

Not shared worried that are let to pile
With no one to brief or no one to bail!
The mind-dust of such anguish and guilt
Clouding your heart, as dark night!

Sishya:

Teach me Sir, How the mind gets dust!

Guru:

With all your wants that you don’t let out!
In what all you hear that causes hurt!

The pressure of all suppressed wants!
Peril of your envy on someone’s grants!
The guilt of failing to do right things!
Not praying to God, of all things!

Sishya:

I don’t envy, or hold such vice!
I am not even sure, not so wise!
But I am full of unending thoughts
This restlessness is what I got!

One day I do things with zeal!
Yet the next day, not bothered to deal!
Pondering such as “Is not life so short?”
Laundering in thoughts, my lethargy long last!

Facebook and such feeds so flaunting
Gossip, news and debates are daunting
The currency of time thus haplessly tossed
I miss out on all moments thus passed!

The Cure for the Mind

Guru:

Well then, in you, not any grief!
You are unfulfilled, even joy so brief!
Have I got your status right,
Is not Sadness of some sort, your plight!

Yet, may you know for sure its cure,
The dosage is in your heart that’s pure!

Sishya:

What is that Sir! How do I take
The dosage of cure, I seem to forsake!

Guru:

Seeing! Seeing! Seeing to snap
The Sealing! Sealing! Or Sealing entrap!

Sishya:

Way you say, Sir, like a maze and riddle!
May you please Sir, lead through the hurdle!

May the Peace I seek
Come from the words you speak!

Guru:

Listen with Care!
For your own welfare!

When the mirror shows your face
With the mist of dirt to lace
What do you do!

Sishya:

At once I do cleanse my face
To rid of all dirt and its trace!

Guru:

Even then let us suppose
Only a dirty face the mirror shows
Would you concede, for that reason
Your face is unclean all that season!

Sishya:

No Sir! I know, my face is cleansed!
So I conclude, the mirror not cleansed!
By wiping the mirror, spotlessly clean
I shall bring it back to its natural sheen!

Guru:

Then why are you asking for another way!
There is nothing more that I have to say!

When the mirror of mind is kept clean
The vision brings the world of sheen
Seeing all as those naturally are!
There is nothing fuzzy or eluding glare!

Only when your sight not straight
Bur flown by own judgement kite
What you see is what you judge
Your fancy notions and all that grudge!

Therefore may your mind-mud be gone!
In cleansing for its sheen, new ways dawn!

Sishya:

Oh Sir! Behold! I know not the means
To cleanse my mind or what it means!

May you give the cleaning broom
With the instructions on where to zoom!

(To be continued…..)

Mee. Ra