Mind Illusion

You sit with your mind,

Your thoughts rattle by,

Its an illusion taking you for a ride.

Your mind stays not still,

Unless you train it at will.

It’s in the future; lusting and greeting,

Desiring and pleading.

It’s in the past;

Mourning and storing or resenting and clawing.

Do I have to say much more?

Your mind is a beast,

Waiting to be trained so it can have some peace.

In the stillness of your awake,

You will have a break,

You see what is real,

No illusion to thrill.

Katya Greer