The Lost Treasure

No one weeps and sorrows,
For the treasure yet to discover,
But clashes, morrows and in disorder,
For the stones that the hands already hold.

No one regrets the adventures unknown,
Yet passions many,
To wander the journey known.

You linger for the girl you saw,
Yet no desire, no impulse,
Towards the beautiful unseen.

What you mind,
Really matters.
What you don’t,
Doesn’t.
The slate of mind’s mirror,
Is turned in glue and mud.
So what it sees attaches,
What you hold, holds you.
And what don’t, doesn’t matter.
What seems gold to you,
And gives you sleepless nights,
Would have no value,
If the glue of mind didn’t know it.

One lives attached and bound,
Like the frog in well,
Thinking of it as the whole universe,
And when the mind’s mirror, mirrors.
You be free and pure,
Like the unbound ocean.

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