The mind clings to what it knows, and it clings to what it doesn't know oh, the mind, feckless and reckless unobservant of its own features knowing not itself, nor otherwise, clinging to its image, made of itself clinging to its own pretentiousness clinging to the extensions of a cloud filled day clinging to trappings of associations In the intolerance of unfulfilled dreams. promises that torment the imagination with a shattered life splintered like broken glass into countless reflections of clinging distorting the sense of wholeness Clinging to the thoughts, improvement and prosperity clinging to worse or better, wrong or right sweet or bitter, yesterday or tomorrow presence and absence, opened or unopened unhelpful or helpful and the fickle edges of inner movement ...
Inner Splendours..... Reuniting with higher consciousness..