within itself;
finding there
a place to rest -
asking itself
how to stay warm
with all it has;
seeking to gather
all it needs.
A quiet cave
with a warming
fire and
simple, babbling
brook.
The mind,
finds great
delight in flitting
here and there;
asking itself
why others
are not tending to
its needs - why
others do not
notice its
presence.
A turbulent desert
with immense
winds and
distressing, constant
change.
Where is our
help in time
of trouble?
Where can we
find the God
of Jacob?
The mind
is the ego's
tool for surviving;
the heart a gate
out of this
singular misery
and obsession.
Nityananda
struck it rich:
"The heart
is the hub
of all things,
go there
and wander".
Ciao!
TJM+
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