To get above the playful mind

Dedication and sincerity has got no colour
But mind has its own.
You can have strong faith in wrong things

But you could be simple enough
And not quite fit to live a happy life
Like some insect bitten rose you
Do not grow well
With all your vital energy.
Right or wrong has strange shade of Bullion
Merging like waves down on the beach
Bubbles of conviction shows many spectral bands
But for a short time
Because truth changes, the apparent truths
Leaves a vacant mind behind
salty sea-smelled.
But with dedication, it's always possible to be rigid like space,
Stable and stationery.
Or that is also a matter of delusion
Like some after life
Grows inside hidden corner of mind
As unthinkable thoughts.