If the mind is like a train on a railroad,
Running loud and confined,
Then all is the appearance of motion.
No matter how much thinking this mind does,
It's stuck chugging its journey
On tracks set by others.
If we add more fuel and go faster
We feel like change is happening.
But it's just more of the same.
How to transform the train altogether?
Shape-shifting back
To our animal form.
To run, fly and swim
On no track, zone or course.
Or be still as a raindrop
Glistening on an oak leaf.