Like a bulb in a constant flicker

The mind shakes with a false shimmer

The balancing act becomes a pursuit

Making life a long commute

Thoughts become stumbling blocks

Some turn up as rude shocks

The mind made steady is our gold

With it, all misery will fold

A steady mind can lend a hand

To the walk that is unplanned

No moment is lost in awareness

Light spreads in that sparseness

With awareness held straight and taut

The weary traverse the final thought

There isn’t a horizon for the sun to dip

Past travails become a faint blip