Poems of Narad

Beyond the Confines of the Mind

Like a circus acrobat my tumbled mind
Repeats the movements of forgotten lives,
A well-trained juggler of too-familiar thoughts
It seeks control of the form in which it thrives.

The lower nature is a grappling beast
Ravenous, impossible to please,
Insatiable its appetite's demands
We cannot mollify nor appease.

Only when we rise above ourselves
Its hunger can constrain, its energies,
Its excessive hold on us begins to pall
And from its nether pulls attain release.

Hope not by force these darker needs to cease
For struggle brings not lasting calm nor peace,
We must abjure this 'self', the soul to find
And rise beyond the confines of the mind.