This poem is inspired by Yoga Sutra 1.
9,
Where Patanjali explores imagination,
The mind's ability to create inner worlds,
Truth,
Words,
Ideas and stories.
As you listen,
Allow the poem to guide you from imagined fear.
Back to the breath.
The Body.
And the quiet truth of what is here.
This poem is titled,
The Worlds Made of Words.
A single word can stir the mind.
And build a world from empty air.
A phrase becomes a future feared.
A name becomes a weight to bear.
What if?
Becomes a winding road.
Where shadows gather,
Grow and call.
The body trembles in a dream though nothing real has come at all.
The word failure paints the past.
And wraps the heart in old regrets.
The word future fills the sky.
With storms that have not happened yet.
The word success can shine like gold,
Then bind the soul in hidden chains.
The word spiritual may become another mask the ego claims.
Yet words are not the thing itself.
And names are not the living flame.
The word peace is not yet peace.
The word love is not the same.
So let me pause when stories rise,
When language starts to weave its spell.
Is this the truth of what is here or just the tale the mind will tell?
Let thought return to breath and ground.
Let imagined worlds dissolve and cease.
Beneath the words,
Beneath the dream,
Awareness waits in silent peace.
Shabda Gnanopathy The mind follows the words it hears.
Vastu shunyo vikalpa.
Empty worlds of hopes and fears.
But I can see the story now.
And seeing gently sets me free.
I return from imagined worlds,
To breath,
To ground,
To what is here with me.
May this poem remind you of the power of words,
Stories,
And imagination.
As you return to your day,
May you recognize when the mind is creating worlds and gently come back to the breath,
The body,
The ground and the quiet truth of this moment.
Namaste.
