At such height ,you can see the mountains.
The secret is to hold on and not to let drift
To mountains on thorny low-slung bushes
With blue clouds on top presaging storms.
Without ankush it takes us to inner animal
Trees uprooted, mountains pulled up near
With the dusk shining from the rear flanks.
Muthu teaches to wield ankush to let it go
Where we want to go, the blue mountains,
Not where pleasure or lust or desire led us.
(The mind is a rider on an elephant. ‘My own mind used to wander
wherever pleasure or desire or lust led it, but now I have it tamed, I
guide it, as the keeper guides the wild elephant-Buddha)