In the lap of my master
I sit and look
With eyes closed & an open heart
Observing every passing thought
With dispassion
No dissection
No judgments passed
Just watching the drama
Is a simple joy
Than getting entangled
And ending up in knots
Your grace...your blessings
Will see me through, I guess
Through the cliched weariness
& mundane thoughts
Overwhelmed by manipulations at play
I sometimes feel like running away
But the closure of the eyes
Makes me realize
That you're everywhere ...
Hence there's more inward-running to do
Than any attempts of running away...