The lake of my mind

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Unfurl the sails of your vessels of thoughts and imaginations, that’s one thing we have to help ourselves with, why blame the wind or the one who is blowing it(The Lord).

In the lake of my mind there is a wave,

It rises, it falls, sometimes even resonate,

The wave is a sign of my free spirit,

It's existence assures me lake of my mind never stagnate,


the little boats of my imaginations,

how wonderfully do they all float,

vessels of good thoughts with its sail unfurled,

catching the wind, how smoothly remain afloat,



Wind of intellect, without ceasing would blow,

into a lovely piece of creation,

The wave  rise and fall and propagate,

Even when damp never fail to leave an impression.

Always seeking your blessings and best wishes🌹🌹🌹🌷🌷🌷

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37 thoughts on “The lake of my mind”

  2. Your lake of thoughts
    Floating on the boats
    Like rising and falling waves
    Your imagination flows
    Along the breezy winds
    Your mind of blowing bubbles
    Touching the lovely pebbles
    Creating plenty pleasantness

    Your poem is simply superb Reena, loved it. 🤗🥰❤

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    1. What a lovely piece , you are a creator,
      to my poem , it provides an accelerator
      So much thanks for such a beautiful comment, my friend🌷🌹🌹❤️

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  4. Thank you so much sir, for your inspiring words😊
    I am just a month old blogger here at wp. But my experience had been great, I got to know such wonderful people, and their amazing pieces of art.

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  13. This is so beautiful, Reena. I love how you compare the business of the mind to, for me, being alive. I think there is often a focus on controlling the mind, and yet when we watch the mind, and are grateful for the thoughts that arise, as those are given to us too, detachment and surrender become more present; and, in this space the mind slows of its own accord. Beautiful poem. 💖

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