A poem by Andra
The soul, The mind, The body,
Three separate components
joined by three thin stands of string.
As you fly through life,
guided by the wind,
the soul, the mind, the body,
all play together like a child's game,
and sometimes they depart from each other,
the mind alone, circling round,
and round, and round in despair,
but when all three glide together,
symmetrical, sinless, peaceful,
riding on the crest of air currents
in a cloudless serene blue sky.
Then, all come together as one,
and the serenity of the universe
is yours to grasp.
Hold on tight?Keep control,
for when the wind is gone
the three lie lifeless
on the ground like the broken,
skeletal remains of a kite,
whose owner has run off and forgotten.
- Andra 10-5-98
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