Dear mind,
you are so smart and clever and useful.
How you yearn to know
the nature of life,
the breadth of the universe,
the vastness of what is.
And yet, let me say this gently to you dear mind,
for there will be much indignation–
you are simply too small for the task.
And it is now, while you are yammering
about your importance,
when your calculations and ruminations
can turn into fixations,
I release you to do your valuable job:
the bridges need to be built,
the words need to be defined,
the cities need to be designed.
But it is right here,
right in this very motion of welcoming you
and letting you go, dear mind,
that I live in the mysterious
wonder of now.
Our Beautiful Heart 
So happy to find you here, Lorraine. A beautiful heart indeed – with a beautiful poem to share! xo
Thank you, Amy. I’m so glad you came to visit–I’ve missed sharing our posts since we left good old LJ. ❤
I love it Lorraine. Reminds me of a line in a Rumi poem,
“Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.”
Oh, I love that, John!
my heart says Lovely, my poor mind is still processing what is all means…
Funny how our minds just want to keep processing and processing and processing…. 🙂