The Desire of the Mind



Three songs for Philosophie :

(1)

The agony that lies sleeping
in the midst of the mind's Desire
was yet unknown at that moment
when the earth, severed from the sky
wandered like a prodigal daughter
in search of a distant unknown father
and you sit near the window
watching the birds weigh
their songs with their silences
words too brittle for any divine voice
sighs too deep for any human funeral.

(2)

Even these sea gulls know
the oppressive weight of the Desire
that seeking its own depths
laments the death of the dawn
and when you come back again
the world still revolves in her beauty
as if Suffering had been just an illusion
as if the Quest had been a futile one
as if You had never been born.

(3)

The mind that is painfully hammered
on the fiery anvil of red suffering
must yet merge with the unsuspecting heart
that sleeps in a child-like eternity
and when at the end of the day
tired, mud-soiled, and empty handed
you come back to the peace of your home
you realise in that moment of freedom
that your home never existed.