The mind, a nest of living soul,
Two birds reside,
who's in control?
One devout, a seeker
ever true,
The other wild, a
rascal through.
Whom should I ask,
which voice to hear?
Which path to trust,
which one to dear?
Who is the master, who
shall guide?
The mind reflects, day
and night beside.
A storm of thoughts
begins to rise,
The mind shakes under
restless skies.
One pulls and tugs,
the other stays,
Caught in the push and
pull of two ways.
The seeker whispers,
“Wait, be still,
First know yourself,
the inner will.
Let go, relax, and
calm your mind,
There lies the wealth
that you shall find.”
The wealth is knowing
your own heart,
The self within, a
shining part.
No gold or gem can
match this light,
It guides the soul
through darkest night.
The wild one stops,
beholds the scene,
Peace fills the nest,
serene and clean.
Both birds unite, no
more apart,
The soul has grasped
the Divine heart.
— Ajay Sardesai – Megh
Monday, 8/9/25, 18:37
PM
