Close the windows of your mind
The gust of suspicion is not so kind

Forcing its entry like a wanton thief
It steals from Heart the jewels of belief

Trusteth not what it ought to trust
Believeth not the word it must

Mind's world is treacherous place
Unscrupulously scrupulous without grace

It thinks and thinks for wordly gains
Matter and matter alone it entertains

Mind, the Arch Enemy of heart
In art of doubt and seduction, smart

Simple, gentle, kind and loving
Heart apart from heart is nothing

Devoid of treacherous Mind's guiles
Heart's like a face that always smile

No tricks, no play, no games, no jest
Heart alone is faith and love's nest

Heart's the resting place of God
The one and the only even and odd

In Beloved's love the Heart is blind
Free from thoughts of Gain and loss in its mind


When mind questions, love from Heart is gone
Faith vanishes from Heart's majestic throne

Mind has no spirit, it just consists of lowly matter
Stranger to Faith, love, and peace, it simply knows to chatter.