Protect That Special Land

When someone encroaches land you own

You go after him hammer and tong

But when your mind is encroached upon

You’re lost like Nero in a fiddle and song.

It’s not that a song is bad

But is that a song that your heart sings?

How then can you feel that joy

That singing your own song brings?

How can land be of greater worth

Than the virgin fields of the mind

Where when a seed is consciously sowed

It grows a great harvest of a special kind?

There is little that can yield a crop

Of the kind that the mind can yield;

When land is protected with swords and guns

Does the mind not deserve at least a shield?

- rajyogi

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