Close the windows of your mind
The gust of suspicion is not so kind
Forcing its entry like a wanton thief
It steals from Heart the jewels of belief
Trusteth not what it ought to trust
Believeth not the word it must
Mind's world is treacherous place
Unscrupulously scrupulous without grace
It thinks and thinks for wordly gains
Matter and matter alone it entertains
Mind, the Arch Enemy of heart
In art of doubt and seduction, smart
Simple, gentle, kind and loving
Heart apart from heart is nothing
Devoid of treacherous Mind's guiles
Heart's like a face that always smile
No tricks, no play, no games, no jest
Heart alone is faith and love's nest
Heart's the resting place of God
The one and the only even and odd
In Beloved's love the Heart is blind
Free from thoughts of Gain and loss in its mind
When mind questions, love from Heart is gone
Faith vanishes from Heart's majestic throne
Mind has no spirit, it just consists of lowly matter
Stranger to Faith, love, and peace, it simply knows to chatter.
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