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The mind and brain, a puzzle deep,

A problem that the sages keep.

Is matter first or is it mind?

A truth we struggle hard to find.

 

The pain that throbs, the joy that sings,

Are not just nerves or moving things.

We test, we scan, we trace the line,

But where’s the self that says, “That’s mine”?

 

But wanting what we think should be,

Is why we live in misery.

Reality, it makes the rules,

Resisting them will make us fools.

 

So here’s the truth that haunts us still:

It’s not what is—but our own will.

Let mind align, not override,

And ride with matter, not collide.

 

We live by rules that matter makes,

Yet mind resists, and so it breaks.

Our suffering stems from one refrain:

“I thought the world should not bring pain.”

 

So let your mind align and see,

The way things are is meant to be.

Don't let your thoughts create the pain,

Accept the sun, accept the rain.