My mind is a house
built on shifting sands.
My thoughts are shells on the beach,
scattered, rearranged by each scrolling wave.
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My mind is a great tool
but an untrustworthy master,
used--carefully and only as needed--
then set aside.
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I am not my mind (thank you, God),
nor my thoughts, nor my words.
I am the observer of mind,
beyond thoughts, without words.
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One day, I shall leave mind behind,
along with thoughts and words, along with "I,"
and simply rest
in the Wonder
that is God.
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