A Guardian is There

I watch the endless battering-ram of thought

That comes unbidden from our darker skies,

Bombarding the brain with senseless snatches caught

From world-waves that our ship of nescience plies,

And looking close begin to realise

That none of the meaningless wandering thoughts are mine.

I've opened to a stream of consciousness that flies

Wantonly, malicious or benign.

It is as if a radio were tuned

To every station simultaneously

Or the brain a fragile open wound

Exposed to all channels, attacked repeatedly.

The Realized ones have found the remedy,

To make of mind a calm reflective pool

That pebbles of wandering words or thrown randomly

Only the surface touch and in the cool

And silent depths of self a solid peace

Remains, or the watcher within observes

The moments of the turbid world and sees

As clouds that pass their movements and reserves

By native right to accept or to reject

Their influence and shake the coils of night.

A Guardian is there who will protect

The Flame and guide the emerging soul to light.