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Mind

by Venkat

A mind
Coiled tight
Waiting for time
A spring of energy
Wound by its own thoughts
Born in our nature
Looks to unwind
In attempts
Failed

A mind
By an irony
Made uncoiled
Touching the sky
Flying in happiness found
Marching ahead
So unshackled
With liberty
Natural

A mind
Perception
Matter of vision
As you think of it
Takes a life of its very own
Coiled, might be
Yet be uncoiled
Whatever
You see

A mind
Becomes
What you play
A magic strange
Taking shape as you sow
If you look within
Or be outward
It is a sleight
Of hand

Posted on March 6, 2014 at 4:37 PM in Poetry, Venkat   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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4 Comments to “Mind”

    
  1. Peter Notehelfer
    March 6, 2014 at 4:43 PM

    Venkat, very thoughtful assessment of our nature! And of course, very nice form . . .
    Namaste!

    Reply
  2. Harry
    March 6, 2014 at 7:46 PM

    I do like the way its set out.

    Reply
    

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