243 Avenue Rd., Toronto, Ontario
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
You convinced 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 befuddle
On your full-time shift
You are 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 reverse the role
Get you to behave
And be under control
It’s my turn to reign
So settle down — sit
Magic is in the name
It’s the perfect fit
Now just cooperate
And take out your sting
Let us then celebrate
With mantra we sing
Sincerely,
Former Foe
-Written by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
May the Source be with you!
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