The Unquiet Mind

A poetic contribution on this summer Sunday (well in the Northern hemisphere anyway!). It explores the problems of the mind that never seem able to still itself.

Lionel
Searching, searching, always searching,
Nothing satisfies your mind,
No sooner does it grasp one thing
When up another pops.

Never happy with the mundane,
It’s always seeking more,
It teases, analyses, reasons,
Not content with what it finds.

This restless nature so confusing,
To one with tranquil aspirations.
It is as though your mind’s decided,
Life’s too short to waste in peace.

You try and try to make it listen
To the heart and take it easy,
But that’s a waste of time.
Why, you ask has God decided

I cannot spend my life at ease?
Is it something in my Karma?
Was I so lazy in the past?
Was my mind so fat and idle

No exercise is now too great?
You’d think that such an active organ,
Would welcome this conjecture,
But no, it is already bored.

It’s off again and flying high,
It really is so tiring.
Your body needs rest, to have some peace,
Or it will end up crazy.

It seeks for rest when fast asleep,
But not the mind, Oh no sir,
It makes you dream so every night,
You wake up quite exhausted.

It seems there’s nothing else to do,
But learn to grin and bear it,
Although you envy all those souls,
Who claim life is too quiet.

And would gladly swap your mind with theirs,
If only God allowed it.
However, you must accept your fate,
There’s no point in complaining.

This much one’s learned from living life,
You cannot change what’s destined,
For I am me and you are you,
And God always has His reasons.