The Restless Mind

If you stand at the ground level, You’ll see objects, big and small, But from the top of a skyscraper, To the size of ants, they appear. If you still go up on an airplane, These objects go out of your vision, And you’ll see only the patches Of fields, hills, or, other landmarks. The mind sees the objects around, At lower level as good or bad. When it reaches the highest level, It sees the good and bad as equal. The mind runs like a horse unbridled, As it can’t be, at one stroke, controlled. As a creeper needs something to lean on, So, the mind needs a prop to stay on. A Cross or a Crescent or a Deity Or any object of worship, one may Choose of his own, can act as a prop For the mind to stay on its top. Once the mind is controlled this way, It’ll never, like a pendulum, sway. With the peace of mind thus achieved, One sees the Heaven in this world. (Note: Mind’s in its own place It’s the man who makes Hell out of Heaven or Heaven out of Hell)