What an intricate dance of the mind and soul we find in this poem! It’s like watching two old friends trying to make sense of their messy relationship with their own body—awkward yet captivating! The imagery of the mind lounging with a lazy cat and the soul nurturing a fragile baby adds a touch of whimsy, doesn’t it? This poem invites us to ponder: how often do we let our intellect and spirit greet our physical selves with open arms, rather than hesitation and shame? As we dive deeper into its lines, we’ll explore this beautiful interplay of thoughts and feelings, and perhaps come to terms with our own complexities. So grab a cup of coffee, settle into your favorite reading nook, and let’s unravel this tapestry together. LEARN MORE.
Mind and soul-
the two hosts wait always
to welcome their body-
ashamed, confused and hesitated
for collocating its bare head with their own hats
but the careful body
keeps examining by turn
head to tail of a central point
appearing between the two hosts
wherein
its simple knowledge
turns into complex wisdom
to make everything quite naked
and pride and contumacy
meet with the lost shamefulness
in the illumination of a fuse bulb
hanging so far in its dark room
making even its handicapped eyes
a scanning machine
to judge the two enthusiastic hosts-
the mind
who hangs around
carrying a lazy cat on his lap
and the soul
who waits with a malnourished human baby
on his safe lap of comfort with great care.
