My mind screams at me,
“I’m dissatisfied!!”
And for a while I believe it.
I get agitated from
Identifying with my mind
And I live there for a while.
When my mind and I
Work together, we build gripes.
Here’s my little heart,
Snug in the center of me.
Quietly humming, my heart says,
There’s some sort of racket
Going on up there, but it’s okay,
She’ll come back to me.
She always will.
Meanwhile, I have worked myself up
To some sort of grand, angry gesture.
But first, I want to know
How I really feel.
I sit down with an open page,
Intending to list complaints and sort them,
And then I remember: Heart, not Mind.
My troubled mind seeks my calm heart
And finds it, and suddenly,
All the problems smooth out and seem like nothing.
Love is here, I feel it. I Love!
And I realize again today,
That mind is delusion
And heart is real, and
When everything feels complicated
That’s illusion, because
Reality is simple.
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