Mind Alive

Where is my mind? Whose mind do I have? When I wake, am I already dead? Do I say Jesus, on my lips, or is it something of the world I begin to hiss? Heartbeat bold, or heart amiss? Clear and free, or a clutter of distorted realities-Where is the mind?
And so here I go…
Did I hide my heart in hands so strong, or did I pimp myself to someone’s lofty songs, lullaby’s that do disguise all the motives of men and trends, or what the bible may flat out call sin? Where is this mind today? Is it in the wind, riding off on far away tangents, puffed and full of abilities that really are nothing more than empty philosophies? It’s been done son, it’s been said sister, you aren’t intellectual mister, oh ma’am your words are worthless and I guarantee it will shut you up when you meet your Maker, who speaks to matter, and rocks, and trees, who knows the tongue of everyone. Who whispers the languages of every sea, and can calm the rages of the ocean and of my heart…and of this rampant mind. Where does this mind meditate? On the words of decaying poets, of mere men, or of the buzz of the day, the melodies of mediocrity, or will it be on TRUTH, not just one bible verse, or sunny Sunday school snapshot, but on the Word of God alive and piercing, convicting and killing, rending my heart in two until I stop the saddle riding with one foot on the world and one on the Holy Mountain? Crotch rot at best, will I meditate on His voice calling loud from His Holy mouth? Where is the mind then in the allure of what men say and do, in the success I am promised, and the comfortable offer to stay safe, to stay sane, to be normal, to look good, to taste, to touch, to want and to have, to play, to enjoy, to eat, to drink, and to be merry? Is the mind engaged in these fickle babes? –And all that leave me with but a greater ache…or is this mind enraged- fighting like a fury of men cutting the throats of all those lies, exposing the dead rotting corpses of systems and religions, of humanitarian, or of morality, of corporations, and hollow philosophies, of theories, of empty wanderings… this is the death of me…

So I pray that each day I wake up wanting death, putting my mind into the Lord’s hands and saying “no” softly to a pillow, or a mat, or a rock, or the ground, or where ever my head is found…saying “No, no more of me…mind, choose Jesus…and be free!”

1 Corinthians 2:14-16 The natural person does not accept the things of the Spirit of God, for they are folly to him, and he is not able to understand them because they are spiritually discerned. The spiritual person judges all things, but is himself to be judged by no one. “For who has understood the mind of the Lord so as to instruct him?” But we have the mind of Christ.