Tuesday, October 2, 2012

The Mind

Like a hammer that bangs 
to drown out the noise it makes, 
The mind numbs me with logic 
and philosophy. 
When will it tire of all this? 
Words, words, words. 
The mind seeks to describe You, 
and in so doing misses 
the point it sought to make. 
The voice of the heart 
is tried and convicted, 
Guilty of longing and 
sentenced to silence. 
The judge and jury 
continue to rant and rave. 
Oh mind, when will I 
tire of all this? 
Esther Veltheim

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