Such an ancient object

It’s not easy to reject

A storehouse full of seeds

The mind, of wants and needs

In the mind, we live

Filtering the world as a sieve

Each one’s world is unique

But they’re just a relic

Of a forgotten past 

The mind’s steadfast mast

Desires attach like sails 

Their promises, just tales

The mind is renewed 

When equanimity is a prelude 

To moments, when we include

An ancient joy will exude