THE MIND IS NOT A SHRINE

Poetry has helped me discovered myself after 21 years of  darkness and sorrow. One of the things poetry writing has helped me with is to let go the past. The future inspired me to write this piece 'The Mind Is Not A Shrine' .I am dedicating this poem to all of you here. I want you to challenge your past today and make a way for the future. This poem was published by Praxis magazinehttp://www.praxismagonline.com/the-mind-is-not-a-shrine-by-ibrahim-sorie...

The mind is not a shrine
Where sorcerers and their seekers
Store their worries
I can see from your sad body
That the floor of your mind is dirty
Pick up the crumbs of your pain
Caused by this life
And throw them outside
Let your mind be a blank piece of paper
Light in weight and unlined
Clean the tears from your beautiful face
Your eyes should not be a fire farm
Red with disappointment
From love, work, business or education
Do not let anything dent your dreams
Failure is beautiful
It is a stepping stone
To reach your destiny
Be a carrier of hope
If you are sad find a song to sing
Sing it in your mother’s melodious tongue
To help set free the stress within
The mouth is yours
Wash your mind of worries and make it clean
The future is not sick; it will not die
If only you let the mind be a mind
And not a shrine