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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