A gang of thieves deprive us with dare;
Constantly racing about here and there;
Always distracting us, it’s so unfair!
Peace from them is extremely rare.

They confuse us with great flare
Fluttering about like a bird pair;
For calm they have no care,
Scattering it about as they tear.

Usually we are unaware
They blind us even as we stare;
Competing for attention they must share;
Holding us to ransom, they scare!

Rendering any reflection bare;
Darting about in thin air,
Depriving us with bold glare.
More skittish than a breeding mare.

Tempted to touch shiny hair;

Taste that juicy pear;

Smell that fresh fare;

What colour to wear?

We hold our senses as so dear
As we obsess to hear and leer
Masterfully try to control or steer,
For they preoccupy I fear!

It’s mind, taste, touch, smell, sound and sight
They steal our attention, demanding the spotlight.
Our six senses have all the gear
To prevent one becoming a calm wise seer!




    • Not sure about that as they will always be competing, might be more beneficial to tame them? Meaning having ‘meditation’ times when they don’t get any attention at all. Better known as ‘time out’ for ourselves?


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