FONS VITAE

Glued to gross gravitational pull of sense,
Obsessd by wastrel ways of wasteful thought,
We find tenacious tendencies so dense;
Mind in endless diversion's kept. Sage taught,
Tether to breath this errant mind; thus wrought
Around this lusty ox, raise a stout sure fence,
To graze the kine at source; in present tense
Be attentively adept at mind spectator sport.

Stay calm, watch flow of vital force endure,
Then tranquility may simply come to be.
If this fails the yoke of yoga shows the way,
Exhale the forceful breath to start the play,
Inhale, then quietly wait, patiently to see
Like a fountain, channels of life turn pure.