Quicksilver
The mind is quicksilver,
it doesn’t stop and quiver.
It’s sure and real,
and knows no equal.
The mind can be good and bad,
or even happy or sad.
It flits one way,
and then the other all day.
I take time to be still,
and accept no thrill.
I take time that is mine,
just to stop and be divine.
I let my mind into the ether,
and it takes a well-earned breather.
I just let it go,
and myself I then know.
Finally, there’s untold happiness,
from a mind of quicksilver bliss.
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