Do our minds have little eyes to see inside
Or is there in the deeps, another guide?
How can we attend to what we find
Musing over places where love died?
The notion of the body and the mind
Separate, unequal,Descartes’ deigned
There is no little man inside our brain
More important than the body slain.
Pay attention till good images arise
If your dreams come, they will be so wise
We are whole and wholeness is our goal
Creating, with the aid of Love, our soul
Do not let us live as separate minds
For leaving out the body makes us blind
How my heart sings 