Hopelessly difficult it is –
Eat, drink, walk or sing -
The mind does not stop
Spinning in many directions, in umpteen ways
Even in slumber a whirligig it is
Action, musing, attempt, plan
Worry, anguish, angst – worse
Can there be a stop – even for a trice?
Peace eludes, silence fades, worry debilitates
We all know, we are helpless
Sang-froid demands intense cultivation Dhyana, easily preached - is not practised hard
Sages and seers, they only can stay put, with serenity.
