Give your mind
the wings to fly
and let it fly so high
from where it can see
no miseries to cry
let it float like a cloud
in the sky
over the streams of time
with no barriers to stop
to see the world in its shadow
a world waiting for the cloud of thoughts
to pour down like rain
to quench the thirst
of the intellect
and to water the twig of wisdom
which brances out in to a huge tree
giving shade to those who seek
enlightenment and liberation from the
bonds of earth
and from the cycle of birth and death

give your mind
the wings to fly
and let it fly to those distant skies
which have their origin
in that thought that stood as an enigma
ever since the advent
of thinking