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...