The Soul and the Mind
The soul: Does the wind qualify its every statement?
Do the waves of the ocean say
"Except for this one situation?"
The mind: It's easy for the world, it only is.
It has no fallibility. Of course,
it is corruption of an ideal form –
The soul: That's what I mean!
It's only the world.
The mind: It's only everything,
the skin of God, its song.
The soul: Yes, exactly, but still
it's only the world.
The mind: And now who qualifies?
The soul: It's the same damn thing.
You have two eyes to see
It has two truths to be
A world to dance with in moonlight,
to kiss beneath the trees.
The mind: I know where I'd like to kiss it.
The soul: Sometimes I think there's hope for you.
The mind: Or would, if it had any –
The soul: That's enough!
The mind: Listen, it's not a battle.
We're the two eyes
and the two truths
of the self.
The soul: Fine – then come with me
and leap across the river,
startle the jumping fish
and set the birds
exploding into raucous dark.
The mind: Let me get my sweater. Wait!
The soul: If it weren't for these chains –
The mind: We wouldn't be.
The soul: If you don't move your ass, we're not.