Around the Block, Toronto
Dear Mind
Dear mind,
Some days you are a friend
Some days you are foe
You swing moods up
You swing them low
I can’t always trust
You’re not in one place
You respond well to lust
Big dose or a trace
You lead me to greed
It’s not what I want
And convince it’s a need
In truth it’s a taunt
When there is anger
Pent up inside
You then do hanker
To push it outside
I don’t know why
You are so cruel
Cunning and sly
And wanting to rule
You’re some kind of clown
Silly and joking
A laugh or a frown
Nabbing and poking
Yet you are subtle
Silent and swift
Keen to befuddled
On your full-time shift
You are at your worst
When the body is idle
Every bubble you burst
To retain your title
But my dear mind,
I’m not your slave
I’ll reserve the role
Get you to behave
Get you under control
It’s my turn to reign
So settle down, sit
There’s magic in the name
It’s the perfect fit
The art to co-operate
Can take out your sting
Let us so celebrate
By mantra we sing
-Composed by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
May the Source be with you!
0 km
No comments:
Post a Comment