I love my mind.
My mind is a field, not a particle.
My mind is not mine,
and I am not alone here

I love my Mind.
My Mind is infinite.
My Mind is not mine,
and not even exactly ours

I love the soaring flight
of light, of thought, of color,
I love imagination and analogy,
I love the resonance
that chimes us all together
in the pulsing, coursing
harmony of being

I love my Mind, our Mind.
It is the field of all being.
It is the author and the keeper
of everything we are,
and it holds us safe and whole
within its knowing.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 12, 2018