The Heart Greater than the Mind

The mind is very powerful. But even more powerful is our heart. However, it takes a lot of practice to tap the guidance from the heart. The voices from the mind are generally louder than that coming from the heart. We need to calm down the mind’s chatter to seek wisdom from the heart. When tuned to the frequency of heart, we are home. A poem to have faith in the inner source of wisdom.

If the mind is Pandora's Box
The heart is golden fleece
If the mind is the sun,
The heart is the universe,
The heart is greater than the mind

If the mind can make cacophony,
The heart can make music.
If the mind can spin,
The heart can dance.
The heart is greater than the mind

If the mind can compare,
The heart can share.
It the mind can separate,
The heart can help to be intimate
The heart is greater than the mind

If the mind knows physics,
The heart knows chemistry.
The mind may desire one-day affairs,
Heart believes in a journey of a lifetime.
The heart is greater than the mind

If the mind comes up with self-criticism,
The heart comes up with self-love.
If the mind dwells in past & karma,
The heart takes you to the powerful present.
The heart is greater than the mind.

Shame, Shame

Like guilt, shame is another difficult emotion which has roots in the past. This is a culture implanted emotion and an individual can pay a heavy price for it. The experience & feelings with shame are captured below in the short poem: 

Eyes all around,

I am the focus.

Murmurs all around,

I am the focus.

Shame, Shame say they all

Through their looks and words.

I wish to vanish to unknown places.

But like an Ostrich, with no wings to fly

I bury my face in the ground,

Not only those who know,

But also by the unknowns,

Hunt me with Shame, Shame.

The cost of mistakes,

deliberate or non-deliberate, is too high,

Not limited to the real world,

The behavior spills to the online world,

Some comment, Some abuse, 

Shame, Shame everywhere.

The internal chaos swells,

As I sip & dip in self-criticism & questioning

Is there a blot on the portrait,

Or just a shadow for time being,

Am I good enough,

When will the shame, shame go away?