The mind is at rest Know, not in the forest Nor in the caves of Mt. Everest Nor looking after one's own interest.
The mind finds perfect rest Either by the Guru's grace Or in a woman's embrace.
The mind gets perfect rest Not in people's clap But resting in a woman's lap Or by bearing the Guru's slap.
The mind gets perfect rest Either while enjoying with the dearest Or encircling a woman's body and breast Or dealing with an object of utmost interest Thus, the mind gets perfect rest.
How the mind gets perfect rest It is for us to decide, But with me who can coincide?
Dedicated to my Guru's lotus feet
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Reviews of "Where The Mind Is At Rest?"
Reviewed by B.V.Ramana
Reviewed on August 10, 2002
Well said in a rythmic matter
Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader)
Reviewed on May 29, 2002
Godo write. We all have our ways to seek that rest.
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