Poems of Narad

Above the Mind

This constant union must control the life
Otherwise, it is vain exercise
To assume the motions of the unconscious tribe
Seeking not the source from which they came
Caring not for progress through their pain.
The outer existence is not simple for all
And the inner evolution rough
In a world uncaring and uncouth
One must be a hero to attain
The realms of consciousness above the mind
Attuned to all the possibility
Realization of the soul demands.