Oh wearisome monkey mind ever so fickle,
Always chattering, urging senses to tickle
Fancy. and lure one away from one's sacred task,
Of keeping quiet and silent, ready to ask,
The most profound essential question 'who am I'?
To reach the root of vile ego before we die.
Then released from bondage captive soul can fly
To freedom, released from samsara's evil eye!
There once was a sadhak who tried very hard,
To control monkey mind from wandering away;
He decided to play his Sat- Guru's trump card,
To repeat his favourite mantra most of the day.
The monkey mind was now chained to a stake,
He was now relieved for sweet peace of mind's sake.
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