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Wild Bull

A Wild Bull

The effort to make the mind quiet,
Is like holding a wild bull on a leash.
The leash is held on to, and he drags you around,
And you are determined not to release.

One day maybe the bull will stop moving,
And finally you can rest.
Or you can stop expecting the bull to be still,
And let go of the leash, instead.

Once you don’t care what the bull does,
When you no longer seek to control him,
Wherever he goes and whatever he does,
Does not affect the one watching.

A bull moves around, that’s what it does,
If you fight him, he fights you back.
Don’t ask the mind to be silent,
Then silence is all that you have.

Adam Oakley

By KINDNESS WISDOM

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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