Poetry: A cramped, or a clamped mind, is due to lack of love

We can think until the cows come home, but we will never make the right moo, until we connect ourselves to the right milker, to God, by our loving to do so. Our love sustains God too.

(Fish for God, not just for yourself. Think for God, not just for yourself too)

Our mind does not have a muzzle,

neither should using it, should be a puzzle.

Our mind is openly free to use,

unless you imprison it with thoughts.

Nothing seems to change, if we don't

The truth is change goes on continually.

Our soul is growing inside us, despite us.

Coming on board with our mind is optional.

Our dream is our soul's purpose come alive.

When we swim in a mind polluted with thoughts,

our mind's live behind the dream, not seeing it.

Stop thinking, and allow all to be as it is. It is.

The compulsion to think imprisons one in thinking.

And yet, this prison has no real bars to its windows.

Thoughts are only as real as you make them to be.

Get real, and allow love to control you, not thought.

The mind lives only within itself,

until it connects to love, and soul, to God.

Live not as yourself, alone in yourself.

Live as God connects you to the real you.

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Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, uncontrolled, wandering, resisting thought is the source of our pain. It is the ego mind's attempt to stave off what it believes is the engulfing maw of nothingness. Ironically, within that nothingness is Allness.

[zennedpen]

Pain is a vehicle used by our mind to get us to see that we are not linking it to love. When linked to love, there is no pain, as love is always itself, free of pain, and fear, and full of peace, truth, and blissful awareness.

Thanks for your thoughtful review. Yes, oneness, allness, nothingness, all paradoxically, amount to being the same thing.