MIND YOUR MIND: A POEM

 

MIND YOUR MIND: A POEM

A thinking thing, the mind,
Not dark, not bright, defined.
It is, it is, no more,
Just opens up the door.

But when it loops and spins,
On things that never wins,
On touch and taste and sight,
It fills the world with fight.

This grasping, earthly way,
Makes dark the brightest day.
It ties us, holds us fast,
A shadow meant to last.

But if it clears and gleams,
Like quiet, starlit streams,
It shows a gentle path,
Away from all the wrath.

This truth for thoughts we keep,
For wisdom buried deep.
The mind, the thinking art,
Can heal or tear apart.