Stilling Thought

How shall I conquer and still these ravagers,

These thoughts?  Delayed they press and press again

Seeking control, such deft manoeuverers,

Passing through the slow unguarded brain,

Suggesting wayward deeds or slipping through

The outer belt, the Shield, they excavate

Inphysical mind a concrete avenue,

Their repetition's play proliferate.

I seek a calm and stillness of the soul

That suffers all experience on earth

Unperturbed, in conscious self-control

That moves through endless corridors of birth,

Apart from distorting vagaries of dream

It sees by a light no mental spark can claim

The vision of a Presence and a gleam

On far-off heights where burns the deathless flame.