Relax into the lap of Hers

Somewhere along the way,
A heavy boulder, called 'mind'
Have we tied meticulously to our Beings
With strings of 'ego'

By and by, boulder n strings
Crowned as King & Queen
Ruling the kingdom of life
Only but to make things worse

Blinded are we by the rulers
Getting assured of life's reins in their hands
For a moment, let's pause and ponder
'Who's the real crown-bearer'

Pop comes the answer
Existence, form or formless can be
It's She who has designed us
She who will guide us
It's She who will care and caress
She it is, who knows what's best

Left are we, only but to relax
Farewelling the dark mind and ego
to fall into Her hands, Her lap...