“When I die inside who lives then?”
My mind asked me.
I said, “I do! I live inside.”
Mind said, “without me?
How do you?”
I said, “when you die,
What dies is only, what was dead already.
You were not letting the corpses’ go,
When you die, O Mind!
With you all what you accumulated
The pains, griefs, sorrows, disappointments, dejections,
Frustrations, anxiety, fears, anger, resentment…
O God! You keep a huge collection!
They all go when you die.
You let me live.”
Mind asked, “How do you get the joy then? When I am dead.”
“That is the thing, dear mind!
You will never know!
For I am joy and I begin to live,
Only, after you are dead, O Mind!”
© Deepti Vishwanath