When the inner traffic grows

In the restless, it shows

Gridlock on the inner road

Makes us forget the true abode

Keeping our distance

Even for an instant

Reveals an opening

Through mind’s impenetrable ring

The mind seeks riches

Through thoughts, it stitches

The road to the future

Working harder as days get fewer

The inner traffic will ebb and flow

With the sensory inflow

When we let awareness grow

The mind can longer run the show