Anita Sehgal

(Delhi)

Beyond Mind Body


Words swirl in my head
Like a swarm of bees.
My thoughts arise in clouds from my mind,
My heart a cauldron of emotions.
Senses storm the bastion of the body -
Leading, misleading, ever changing.
What have I to do with the Mind, Body combine?
For I am a part of Thee and seek refuge in Thee.

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Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 04, 2012

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  • Om Chawla (1/1/2013 5:10:00 AM)

    Mind's yearnings so eloquently expressed. A lovely and thought provoking poem.
    When you seek refugee in 'Thee' you are still not part of thee; when you become part of 'Thee' you won't seek refuge. There in lies the dilemma of sub-conscious mind and conscious mind. (Report) Reply

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