! ! ! ! ! Calming The Mind! ! ! !

The high tide Washed away my footprints On the beach I gazed From atop A rock… What will it take To wipe clean my mind, Of passions that Arouse and hound? More than a wash cloth, I used, to clean the slate As a child, When some one scribbled That I didn’t like… I wish I could unplug The power supply that feeds on my mind... Recall, how I would Hide in the folds Of my mother's saree When a storm raged And lightening struck, feeling safe. I know, this too Shall pass. After a stone is thrown in water, ripples do settle. What would life be If one didn't grow, And learn to go home to oneself...