The Screen of the Mind

It’s clearer now, the veil grows thin,
The blocks to truth lie deep within—
Greed that grasps and hate that burns,
And blind delusion, which never learns. 

The mind reacts, it pulls, it sways,
Chasing peace in endless ways.
Aversion pushes life away,
While craving begs for it to stay.

But all of it—each thought, each call—
Arises not from "me" at all.
No one here who pulls the thread,
Just causes, conditions, spinning the web.  

A full bladder, a restless ache—
Even this, the mind will take
As “I must act, I must go”—
Yet it's just the body in its flow.  

If seen with care, the self dissolves,
And just a function then evolves.
No doer here, no one to blame,
Just nature moving, just the same.  

We blame the world, we point outside,
But turn within—there’s truth to find.
It’s not the person, not the scene,
But thoughts that stir the space between.

There is no inside, no out to see,
Just mind and its projection be.
No "I", no "you", no real divide,
Just shadows on a screen inside.  

Views arise and take their place,
Delusion wears a thousand face.
But if we pause, if light breaks through,
The film fades back to what is true.  

Awareness watches, quiet, still—
The mind, the body, thought, and will.
No hand to steer, no self to claim,
Just cause and effect, a flickering flame.  

Yet if we sleep and never see,
We act out habits endlessly.
The loop gets tight, the mind deranged,
And suffering follows, unchanged.  

Wrong thought gives rise to words unkind,
And action follows close behind.
Though “I” is fiction, pain feels near—
The play is false, but the cost is clear.  

This is nature, ever just—
Not heaven’s wrath, not divine trust.
But law of life, in motion set,
A dance of cause and its effect.  

So let us look, and gently know,
The stream moves on, but we can slow.
See the screen, the film unwind—
And rest in truth, and free the mind.

In grace,
Chee Guit Yeng
6 May 2025