The Yogic View of Mind

The Yogic Tapestry: Unveiling the Inner Self

Not a browser lost in endless tabs,

But a canvas painted with memories' slabs.

Thoughts like brushstrokes, swirling and bright,

Weaving realities, casting their light.

Manas, the brush, dipped in the here and now,

Whispers desires, a restless vow.

What to achieve, what path to unwind,

A constant chatter, clouding the mind.

Chitta, the canvas, where impressions reside,

Echoes of laughter, moments that hide.

Birthdays and heartbreaks, victories won,

A tapestry woven, thread by thread, spun.

Samskaras, the pigments, shaping our view,

Sunshine hues or shades of indigo.

A past lover's touch, a parent's embrace,

Coloring perception, leaving their trace.

Ahankara, the frame, the "I" we display,

A curated self, for the world to portray.

Likes and comments, a carefully crafted guise,

But is this true essence, or just a disguise?

Yogis whisper, a journey awaits,

Beyond the façade, a deeper state.

Chitta Shuddhi, a cleansing so pure,

Where thoughts settle softly, and worries obscure.

Meditation's the brushstroke, slow and serene,

Unveiling the canvas, where peace can be seen.

With every deep breath, the pigments refine,

Revealing the self, truly divine.

Not a network, a web vast and grand,

But a wellspring of consciousness, at your command.

Connected we are, by an unseen thread,

Yet our journey within is uniquely tread.

So next time you're tangled in worries and fray,

Close your eyes, breathe deep, and find your own way.

Peel back the layers, the noise, and the strife,

Discover the wellspring, the essence of life.