The mind, though touched by sacred sound,
Still wanders wide, still spins around.
Caught in folds of brain and bone,
Whispering, “You are not alone.”
Shabd rains down — it strikes like light,
But thoughts still drift into the night.
I sit in stillness, yet I’m torn —
Born as flesh, but Soul reborn.
Neurons pulse, desires cry,
But something deeper does not die.
Beneath this cage of thought and skin,
The Truth is roaring deep within.
I am not this restless brain,
Nor the bearer of this pain.
I’m the drop that seeks the Sea,
The echo of Infinity.
So yes — I stumble, pulled by mind,
But Shabd remains — the thread I find.
Through noise, through form, through karmic storm,
I die each day — to be Reborn.
