Helm
My life unfolds,
a rollicking ride—
I love control,
imagine, dream
act like I have it
Thoughts erupt
wanted or not
arriving full-blown
then vanish
on their own
Can I catch
their landing or leaving?
When I drop behind,
turn inward, I watch.
The mind plays—
I don't touch it
Thoughts landing and leaving like birds, Didi. The quiet strength comes when we just watch without touching. A very deep revision.
— Choti Bhai