My Mind

by Mettayodho

[pic of Mettayodho] My mind is bright, yet so dark
My Mind is old, yet new
My Mind hides it's love, so it sees anger
My Mind likes to cling, yet it's not sticky
My Mind sees death, yet it's full of life
My Mind is like space that's trapped behind this face
My Mind is a sword sharp on one side and dull on the other
My Mind is an ashtray full of ashes
My Mind is a tower where I sit for an hour
My Mind thinks of the weirdest things
My Mind is my mind, yet it is not

This poem was written by Mettayodho (Jamie Latham) after his one month retreat.

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