Adaptation of Mind
ADAPTATION OF MIND
The mind flies with clouds
To unknown bounds of horizon
Where sky mingles with the ocean
It’s a land unexplored so far
The mind preens to adjust red-bellied Serrasalmus nattereri
Or rest on the navel of reindeer
Mounting time and space
This is the place where Apu and his sister
Dinned as much as to overflow the calm pond
With lotus and hyacinth blooming at large
And a sweet smell prevalent amid numberless images
Stirring the heart by way of reflection and refraction.
Groanings of aeroplane can’t be heard there
Shadow of a bird spans across the border
Ants need not secrete pheromone
But there is no bar to discovery
It’s not sure whether someone plays monochord
Harps on heaven and hell; but no one craves
For a drop of water although eyes are arid
Pale is the splendor of neon and argon
Trade of hydrozen and carbon no more in vogue
The land is close shaven from the cloistered instinct
Of gravitation, hence there is no room for meanness.
Everyone lives in quietude but winter crops speak
With no side effects to auditory organ
There the mind flies faster than hypersonic
Without exhaustion.
The land is free from incarnation of Gabriel and Azrael
There is God but no huckster to sell sermons
No mart for apostles
No one aspires to be godfather in the name of physician
Everyone can attain Nirvana without fail.
Be it low density or slow circulation of advertisement
Or low eccentricity of the consumers
Despite cheap sightseeing of Kopilavastu and Hira
The soil didn’t get rid of slander
In contrast, this is a land of absolute freedom
Not even the slightest defraction from parallel line.
Though Othello mania exists it is not centrifugal
Rather centripetal.
Indeed, the mind is at home in such a land
There is no show off intelligentsia
Therefore, product may be regarded as cheap
But the mind is happy thinking
No one lives as pimp of the bitch
No one is slave.
The mind flies with clouds
To unknown bounds of horizon
Where sky mingles with the ocean
It’s a land unexplored so far
The mind preens to adjust red-bellied Serrasalmus nattereri
Or rest on the navel of reindeer
Mounting time and space
This is the place where Apu and his sister
Dinned as much as to overflow the calm pond
With lotus and hyacinth blooming at large
And a sweet smell prevalent amid numberless images
Stirring the heart by way of reflection and refraction.
Groanings of aeroplane can’t be heard there
Shadow of a bird spans across the border
Ants need not secrete pheromone
But there is no bar to discovery
It’s not sure whether someone plays monochord
Harps on heaven and hell; but no one craves
For a drop of water although eyes are arid
Pale is the splendor of neon and argon
Trade of hydrozen and carbon no more in vogue
The land is close shaven from the cloistered instinct
Of gravitation, hence there is no room for meanness.
Everyone lives in quietude but winter crops speak
With no side effects to auditory organ
There the mind flies faster than hypersonic
Without exhaustion.
The land is free from incarnation of Gabriel and Azrael
There is God but no huckster to sell sermons
No mart for apostles
No one aspires to be godfather in the name of physician
Everyone can attain Nirvana without fail.
Be it low density or slow circulation of advertisement
Or low eccentricity of the consumers
Despite cheap sightseeing of Kopilavastu and Hira
The soil didn’t get rid of slander
In contrast, this is a land of absolute freedom
Not even the slightest defraction from parallel line.
Though Othello mania exists it is not centrifugal
Rather centripetal.
Indeed, the mind is at home in such a land
There is no show off intelligentsia
Therefore, product may be regarded as cheap
But the mind is happy thinking
No one lives as pimp of the bitch
No one is slave.