0237 The Mind Poem by Michael Shepherd

Michael Shepherd

Marton, Lancashire

0237 The Mind

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Sometimes we curse the restlessness of mind;
forgetting it's God's gift, this restlessness:
for this will never cease until it find
that which it seeks: its still and perfect rest.

Without that restlessness, the angry man,
once angered, then would never leave that state;
an artist, end no better than began;
and our delusions never would abate.

The instability of human mind
more constant than its owner, ever roams
like bee, for nectar of a finer kind:
the rest, the peace, the love of God alone.

So love the constant mind's inconstancy;
so faithful in its search for unity.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raynette Eitel 04 June 2005

I have never thought of restlessness of the mind as being a gift from God. Why not? I will have one more thing for which to be thankful. This is beautifully crafted, Michael. Raynette

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Michael Shepherd 04 June 2005

buddha is that compassionate constancy that calls us from restlessness to rest?

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John Tiong Chunghoo 04 June 2005

buddha preaches just the opposite.

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Marton, Lancashire
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