RIGHT SPEECH
It's the Words one hears
but the Thoughts that are revealed.
And thus the Mind appears
that would be otherwise concealed.
If the Words give this Example
of the flowing mental din,
thus being but a Sample,
what Torrents seethe and boil within!
In the Tangle of the Senses,
the Wandering Mind has lost its Way
and stumbles through its broken fences,
confused, in darkness, Night and Day.
Words upon a page,
ripples upon a mind,
ripples upon a sea.
Wind drops,
sea calms.
Where are the ripples then?
Who thinks
what?
New Project: SAMMĀ-KAMMANTA (RIGHT ACTION)
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