As the crow flies, the distance between the heart
And the mind, barely a wingspan, both deep wells
With no bottom to be found, welling up from within
There is much that’s different, between the two
The cunning mind and the straightforward heart
Mind is a swamp, hiding the cunning amongst thoughts
The heart is like a cloud which cannot hide the rain
Road to the inner being is straight, no guile is needed
When one’s heart lights the way, the mind refuses come along
Fearing it’s cunningness will be laid bare, a matter of survival
For the great deceiver, free to fly while it imprisons us
The heart never leaves our side, its brief is straightforward, keeping us alive
