Waking ...

Proverbs 24:33-34 

33 “A little sleep, a little slumber,
a little folding of the hands to relax,
34 and your poverty will come like a bandit,
and your need like an armed robber.”

 

 

My mind woke up this morning,

while my flesh was still asleep.

My thoughts were moving very fast

all my flesh did is weep.

 

I gave in to my flesh's desire

and stayed in bed too long.

When I got up with my pen on fire

my thoughts were already gone.

 

My flesh triggers thoughts

and directs my mind's complexion.

My mind on its own is so sad

It seems to have no affection

 

Two in one when they have fun

but otherwise no connection.

The flesh is strong and the mind weak

who do you think gives direction?

 

So what to do when your thoughts are through

and your mind lulls into dense-ness?

No thought at all my flesh recalls

and so it shows its imperfection.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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