mind

mind
a broken mirror
piercing painfully
into the mundane, 
with a glue of belief
it becomes spotless,
scratchless where, who
I am reflects

...

with practice of
yoga kriya,
like a sculptor,
a chisel and a hammer,
I create an idol from
a stone, when it is done
I become free to worship
myself as a devotee

...

in bhakti the rituals
are tools to experience
bliss, to found the father;
but those ingredients
are not with the intent
of getting his company, those
rites are for discarding
the habits that had
separated me from me

...

mind is the prison,
a poison of treason;
it is also a prism that
helps to show and see
the light beyond reason