The cocooned mind turns and turns — 

Spinning silky threads of cocooning. 

Words and concepts are the threads — 

And our mind is the very spinning. 

Round and round in threads we go — 

Until a person cannot be seen. 

Peering through our twisted webs — 

Shadows where light should have been. 

Returning to our mindful breathing — 

We see our mind grasping and spinning. 

And the slowing down of this whirring mind — 

Is our untangling of the tangling.

— Luan V Dinh 

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