It is a cycle — sukh then dukh,Sweetness fades, then comes the hook.Pleasure’s rise, then sorrow’s sting,The mind chained tight to everything. But this wheel, it spins by false command,A play of shadows on shifting sand.Escape the loop, the pull, the high —And watch the Self begin to fly. No joy, no pain can truly …
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 …