! In The Spirit Of Rumi 49 - The Mind Poem by Michael Shepherd

O Mind, where are you this morning?
I really need your help…

God bestowed on you His most precious gift –
He gave you the ticket to roam
the length and breadth and height of all His lovely Creation
- as much as any mind can know what’s there
behind what’s there –

you use this ticket all the time,
but have you ever thanked Him?

When it’s time for you to come home
because you’re needed there
you send a message saying,
I’m busy here – I’ll be back later –

and then, what happens?
You dream up ideas of 'me' and 'mine',
and then like a dog, bury a juicy bone
because you don't trust your Master
to feed you every day...

My body was made by God, and
fed by Him every day, but
it’s always here at home; and
it would love you to be home…

My soul was made by God, and
fed by Him every day, but
it’s always here at home; and
it would love you to be home…

O Mind, you were made by God and
fed by Him every day, and
given this freedom pass by Him;
why can’t you be here at home when you’re needed?

You’re supposed to be my servant;
Did I not train you properly?
loved you perhaps too much?

I have urgent errands every day for you;
when you’ve done them, I’m happy
to let you off the leash, laughing, barking,
leaping, panting, your tail wagging like mad
at the fun of being you…

Please, Mind, be a good dog..
we’ll love each other all the more…
I promise…