rather like a tornado

rather like
     a tornado
given no wind
     to live within

So, like that

our mind
     in its own
          time-

Will be sometimes
      ready to pull
           the switch-
To Gas our  
      own people
"No!"

Sometimes
     that same mind
Reflects
     the moon
With tranquility

True wisdom
     would be
     to see

What sort of mind
     this is
What sort of being
     looks out
     from these eyes

And wants
     children
     to be safe

And lovers
     to be
     undisturbed

What sort of
     light
What sort of
     love
Animates
     this vessel
This lump
     of clay
     This flesh
          and blood

We have grabbed
     the stick
     the wrong
          way round
We have given all

     to magicians
     and thieves

Take some back
Keep some back
for ourselves
     and God

Steal some time
     to read...
          Rumi
     and the Tao
     and Jesus
          -the peaceful
          ones

The heart/mind
     needs our help
     to be kind

For that is
     its own
     nature

This dwells
     within us

And calls us
    
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