Sunday, January 24, 2016

Straightforward and cunning

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