In a fierce battle with the mind and its ways, this poem strives to make peace with her... After a life of declaring war on the mind, repressing and silencing its cries and distractions, this poet realized that the mind is ultimately a servant of God, and befriending her is the greatest gift. The mind needs to catch onto something - and whatever she is being fed, she grabs with urgency and makes it into something colossal. Give her pain, she will nurture it and expand it. Give her God, and you have made it into your greatest friend. Letter to a Troubled Mind by Paraschiva Florescu Dear mind, Every night you cause my face to be washed with tears that taste of salt. You throw me in the corners of your chamber like a predator that shreds its prey. You’ve lured me into an illusion of safety for so long with your soft comforts from which I wake up fearful and alone. With a certainty of duality, it is either you or me, it seems. But...
Women's Spiritual Poetry