Bow to him O' Servant

This mind of ours, this mind wanders in the alleys of memories and re-lives past all the time creating similar emotions, a sad memory relived like scratching a scab of old wound or a joyful memory re- lived once making one nostalgic and again in a state of sadness.

This mind of ours - this mind dissects everything intellectually right down to it smallest bit, like what scientists do to an atom and further what is there inside the atom or right down to a the inner buts of a frog- we are good at dissecting - the dissection is about other never about oneself "the observer"

This mind of ours - this mind identifies itself with people, objects, nation and culture, the identification churns emotions for some and not for others, the identification creating a sense of separation, my nation, my state, my house, my family, my child, my religion - and that separation creates loneliness and the need to meet that loneliness with with busy work that creates a sense of power over others or just a busy time a time pass to do away with the sense of loneliness.

This mind of ours - never lives in a moment, because in the moment if lived one cannot think, this mind would not like that so we continue living in past or planning for future moment trapped in time forever.

Trapped!

This mind of ours -this mind is our master.

Bow to him O' Servant