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.