(I despise billboards, but hey, it's only a metaphor. . .)
To rein in the mind is like riding a wild horse
One brief lapse in vigilance
and it's gone galloping toward some ideal,
into myth, and fantasy.
Being astride it, one's feet are removed from the ground;
Out of touch, out of contact with the earth.
That loss of contact places the rider in delusion;
Return to your own body,
Walk among your own kind.