Poem from 1982-1100 and 1200 Nirmala Yoga, Page 33

Slow down, my busy brain, behave!
It's time you changed! You're not the slave
of every dark, conditioned thought
that rises from the past unsought;
you're not an engine shuffling facts
and shaping them to future acts;
nor yet a pendulum that scans
the tos and fros from past to plans.

Each time you swing from "what's to do"
to "what's been done" you flicker through
the precious present, wherein lies
a glint of God's great enterprise.
If we could stretch that moment where
you're thoughtless, still, and yet aware,
then we, my brain, might start to sense
creation's vast magnificence.

Oh Mother, slow my bustling brain:
detach it from the brash, insane,
dishonest, pampering, uncouth
illusions that conceal the truth;
and Mother, that I might fulfil
my part of the Creator's Will,
in-turn my mind and teach it how
to live the ever-present Now.