No matter what i think, say or feel
No matter what i believe, want or know
Is questionable, Not to be taken seriously
Its origin is unclear and creator unknown.
It all springs from the mind always so justifying
It all is the becoming mind always so proliferating.
When talking to others or about others,
This mind actualy talks to itself, about itself.
Nothing this mind sais
Can be taken seriously.
Each thought, word or feeling
Is like placing a new land-mine under the skull.
All the intent, good or bad
Is like building a mine-field.
The mind ever so ready thinks and talks
Seeding horror over the lands of wisdom.
Growing ever so still and silent
Growing ever so mindful so aware
Of each step one takes in this gloomy Mind-field
Is the only Way to avoid stepping on the mind-mines
Created to blow up the Wisdom to pieces.