Thoughts

O fleeting visitors from the unknown,

Whizzing past at the speed of light,

Illuminating dark recesses of the mind,

Fruits of deeds that hands have sown.

Is not thought the parent of action?

Mother of words, stepfather of reaction?

Caught in the torrent of thoughts,

Men sway like helpless paper boats,

Set upon the sea of life,

Full of anguish and inner strife.

This eternal temptress of the heavens,

Springs upon us to prod and pry,

Like an enchanting butterfly,

She flutters from mind to mind,

Sometimes cruel, sometimes kind.

Men of wisdom from days of yore,

“We will tame her too,” they swore.

In a thousand years of endless travel,

Yet dawns a night of peace:

In that elusive moment of silence,

When The Truth chooses to grace,

Secret treasures of the soul unravel.