A Poem: The Rope And The Snake (YS 1.8)

This reflective poem is inspired by Yoga Sutra 1.8:

Viparyayo mithyā-jñānam atad-rūpa-pratiṣṭham
Misperception is false knowledge based on something other than the true nature of what is perceived.

A thought can feel true without being true.

This poem explores how the mind can mistake silence for rejection, feedback for attack, fear for truth, or one mistake for an identity. Like mistaking a rope for a snake, the body may react strongly even when the mind has misunderstood what is here.

Listen when you feel caught in overthinking, emotional reactivity, self-judgment, or painful inner stories.

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Question the story.
See more clearly.
Return to awareness.

Transcript

This poem is inspired by Yoga Sutra 1. 8. Where Patanjali speaks of misperception. The mind's ability to believe something that is not true. As you listen. May it remind you that a thought can feel true without being true, And that clarity begins when we gently question the story. In fading light. I saw a sheep. And fear rose quickly in my chest. The mind cried snake before it knew and stole the body from its rest. The heart beat fast, The breath grew thin, The ground beneath me seemed unsure. Yet what I feared was not the truth. Adhoop lay quiet, Plain and pure. So many times the mind has done the very same in daily life. Made silence sound like being left. Made feedback feel like sharpened knife. A delayed reply becomes an ejection, One mistake becomes my name, And old wound rises through the present, And calls today by yesterday's pain. Yet fear can feel completely real while still not seeing what is true. A feeling asks to be received, But not believed before I view. So let me pause before I trust the first conclusion fear has spun. What do I know? What did I add? What story has the mind begun? May light return to what is here. May mist dissolve from inner sight. May I see rope again as rope and meet the mind with gentle light. Viparyayo mithya jnanam, False knowing wears the face of truth. Athad rupa pratistam, It rests where clear sight has not moved. But awareness shines upon the path. And what was feared is understood. The snake was never truly there. And seeing clearly sets me free for good. May this poem remind you that a thought can feel true without being true. When fear, Memory, Or old pain colors the present, May you pause with compassion. Question the story. And allow the light of awareness to reveal what is actually here. Namaste.