Am I My Mind? Or My Mind Me? For Ivor. E. Hogg Poem by C. P. Sharma
Am I My Mind? Or My Mind Me? For Ivor. E. Hogg
Mind wanders all around,
It never needs a ground;
Its nature defies control,
It’s used to rock and roll.
When it finds the fertile ground,
It takes you on merry-go-round;
All impossible looks so possible,
You feel all in life is Rosabelle.
It is the apple of all discord,
It makes people draw sword;
Into abysmal hell it throws,
You bear barbaric blows.
Like cowards everyday I die,
And in infernal fire I fry;
And the parting pain we feel,
It deems life a difficult deal.
I am not mind nor mind me,
Mind plays see-saw with the sea.
Ultimately the heart consoles,
Eternal rest-house is the soul;
A deep duality where philosophical poems come and emerge from.10.
Your mind is flying like a multi-colored kite in the sky as if we can see that from far distance. Idea of separating the mind from the body is marvelous. I amazed at the poetic value of this piece, cheers,10+++
so, when a human being dies is it the invincible mind that dies or the spirit or what? i am searching....wonderful poem Sir its like the Gita of my Lord Krishna....wonderful
the mind is free like a kite and the conscious is the string that keeps you grounded. yes anything is possible if you can truly cut the string!
your mind must be like a merry go round going round and round but d stay sound
i liked this one...asks questions and makes you think...regards
A delightful poem. I do enjoy poems that make the reader think. Am I my mind or is my mind me, Or has it a seperate identity? Perhaps a device not part of man or soul, A font of knowledge to make me whole. Irene
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A somewhat belated reply C.P Indeed I am not my mind nor is my mind me. I think we are all a great deal more than we realise.We progress hopeful; y from life to life until we achieve sufficient merit.What happens next I dare not even guess