The Mind in Itself

The mind in itself

Carries   a heavy load,

That no air bus,

Nor  Super fast trains,

Or the gigantic ships,

Take along with them,

On the air,

Across the country,

Over the seas.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mind in itself,

Holds a package,

That no flights give out,

No railway lines promise,

Or Shipping companies put forth,

Offering a promotional fare,

Charting  a discount  tour,

Inviting a luxurious cruise.

 

 

 

The mind in itself,,

Levies a  bondage,

As it has a soft luggage,

Of happy thoughts,.

Of delighted  workings,

Also drag  a hard  side luggage,

Of  evil thinking,

Of devilish strategies,

Balancing each other .

 

 

 

 

The mind in itself .

Appears like a melting pot,

Blending and fusing races,

As it rejoices and rebuilds,

On one side,

It fumes and froths .

On the other,

As the pot boils   with fumes,

The mind triggers  with  force.

 

 

 

 

 

The mind in itself,

Can make a heaven of hell,

As the famous bard puts it,

It also can make,

Virtue into vice,

Beauty into ugly,

Sanity into insanity

Cause its capacity,

Is worth an infinity.