So there’s a mind
We each have one
Through different eras it changes
Hard or soft
Open and flexible
Rigid in the value assumptions
Sizzled with love and appreciation
Always learning
Always tinkering
Even when it’s a useless exercise
Much of it is
Controlling the uncontrollable to feel better about finality
To feel better about ourselves
There’s pockets of loose ideals
Pockets of lint and letters
Pockets of regret
The mind gets in trouble seemingly all the time
Trouble to manage itself
Trouble to engage
Trouble to be wise and tend to the whole piece
Mind, Body, and soul
Too much thinking
Too much doing
Too much too much
Yet in all these moments we are actively choosing
Letting go of our own control of the mind
Treating it as a separate thing
Impossible to master
Like anything else in our hands
We decide
Letting it stir and stir is a choice
Suppressing pain is a choice
Labeling meaning to make choices is a choice
Judging the scene to improve our position
A choice
Maybe the most difficult part of life is the mind
What it does when we aren’t looking
What it becomes when we enhance fear
What it believes as if we don’t believe it
Challenging every facet in every simple small angle we find ourselves in
The mind is in our hands
Those hands get really hot but they also get really cold
They inflame
They touch objects
People
Thorns tucked in a bushel of roses
They perform amazing acts set forth by us through the mind
But whose driving the hands
Who is behind the curtain of the mind
Who decided to go deeper in the pathways that serve very little
Who is out there
Innumerable moments of truth see the same person
Over and over again
It is us who turns the keys
Who says the words that penetrate
Who takes out the trash
Who writes these words on a laptop by candlelight each morning
I can tell my mind anything and it will listen
Even when it’s yelling at me from the safe harbors of beliefs I can’t remember developing
The mind moves like the leg
The mind is endlessly beautiful
And how lucky we are to have one that is limitless in its ability to be controlled
You can sit quietly with your thoughts as if they are out of your control
You can convince your mind of anything
You can create your own reality and call the sky green
And believe it
You can work your body to death
You can work your answers in the searching
Until you pop
Buttons are pushed
New lines are drawn
Madness can be erased
Loss is inevitable
To control the mind with the knowledge it isn’t driving the ship
We are not being controlled by invisible creatures
Holistically we are those creatures
And in ourselves we have a mind
As we have a body
As we have a soul
As scary as it sounds to accept that
The freeing wing prevails
My mind is a journey
And I draw the maps
And I pump the brakes
And I choose the directions
And I have a mind
And I am a free outside of it because I am free
Inside of it
Hazy Acres 
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