By Sherry Bach
Why does my mind continually deceive me?
Feeling peaceful when it ought not to?
And creating anxiety at other times when it should be still
Day and night, night and day
I’m subjected to the false securities it wants me to believe
When will I learn not to follow?
To places where it leads me into destruction
Who will save me from this skull trap?
And the daily struggle of fixing my mind on things lovely, pure and worthy of praise
The thought to one day be separated from it
Is like cool water for my thirsty soul
For now, it lies to me and I want to believe
Ah! But I’m slowly developing the skill to catch it, to talk back
Bringing it into submission to the only one true security
And saying, “Yeah right! Look at what happened the last time I listened to you
Get back here you crazy mind!
You don’t mind at all. Why do we call you mind?
You’re like a defiant little brat child who wants to do everything it is told not to
Don’t think that. Where did that thought come from?
I don’t trust you, you’re not pure.
All you are is a central station
The common place where the phone lines ring
But your calls are being screened, don’t you know this by now?
You are your own worst enemy aren’t you?
Hoping that you will slip in one of your telemarketing calls
So you can make me think I’ve won a three day vacation without any cost
Ha! You fool!
Go back to where you came from
To the dust in the ground
You will never be good for my soul
Or lead me in the way everlasting.