Solitude

 

The confused mind thrown hither and thither

 

In life, alone yet seeking here one and there another

 

Where it may project its own self

 

And then dwell like a reflection in the mirror

 

True to life, yet not alive…

 

 

So is the mind true, or the reflection?

 

For the mind to be the observer,

 

The observed

 

And the observation– all in one –

 

Is a tough task indeed,

 

Perhaps the toughest of all deeds:

 

Is not the Almighty unkind

 

To expect this of the poor fickle mind?

 

 

For when it is thrown about hither and thither

 

How can it know which is itself and which the other?

 

So the Almighty brought solace

 

Through reflection, in times of solitude.

 

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