Acknowledge our eternal struggle to tame the minds restless,
Midnight rats or in hares temper whether common or prodigal,
Like the sky cloudy, clear, foggy or in dark or in light,
Cold or moderate or sometime hot and intruders several.
More external is it is focus more weeds gathering like a river slim,
Germinate the stench more rather the odor of sandal or rose,
Heap of words and information most unessential and quite pinching.
Those can push it back internal and can cage it by concentration rare
Or by utter devotion and commitment or through divine meditation
Float with the evening star with glory steadfast and immortal.