The ocean of consciousness has mysteries concealed,

With reason or logic, nothing revealed.

To unravel some, go deep in meditation,

Discover the source – why the hesitation?

The turmoil mind, its rippling waves,

Are gushing thoughts, which enslaves.

So still the mind; calm the sea,

Discover life; be forever free.

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Life: a myriad of meandering mysteries, of where, what and why.

The drifter slows, in the cosmic flow, when doubts are tidal high.

Faith is the rudder, yet the shudder ; the journey, long and lost.

Mountains have moved, so will you, when the boat approaches nigh.