Feelings, born like waves on stormy seas,
snare us in their illusory webs.
The victims ride in their wake
Mould them into a thousand shapes.
Strands of silk of attachment or aversion
that goad us to love or hate.

Desire born of attachment
Possessiveness me and mine
Enamored and enslaved by images
Nurturing and watching them grow
Cluttering, darkening the mind
leaving pain and suffering behind.

And yet, those who are aware and awake
having understood man and his foibles
reflect with mindfulness and gently smile.
Emotions are none but wisps of energy
arising from the depths of the mind
to fade away in the beam of awareness.

Anoja Attele, Chicago, Class of 2004