If you stand at the ground level, <br />You’ll see objects, big and small, <br />But from the top of a skyscraper, <br />To the size of ants, they appear. <br /> <br />If you still go up on an airplane, <br />These objects go out of your vision, <br />And you’ll see only the patches <br />Of fields, hills, or, other landmarks. <br /> <br />The mind sees the objects around, <br />At lower level as good or bad. <br />When it reaches the highest level, <br />It sees the good and bad as equal. <br /> <br />The mind runs like a horse unbridled, <br />As it can’t be, at one stroke, controlled. <br />As a creeper needs something to lean on, <br />So, the mind needs a prop to stay on. <br /> <br />A Cross or a Crescent or a Deity <br />Or any object of worship, one may <br />Choose of his own, can act as a prop <br />For the mind to stay on its top. <br /> <br />Once the mind is controlled this way, <br />It’ll never, like a pendulum, sway. <br />With the peace of mind thus achieved, <br />One sees the Heaven in this world. <br /> <br />(Note: Mind’s in its own place <br /> It’s the man who makes <br /> Hell out of Heaven or <br /> Heaven out of Hell)<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-restless-mind/
