Mind, Body and Spirit

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Toys

Thoughts are toys

Playing, there’s noise

There no winning or losing

It’s a game of choosing


Taking a serious turn

The mind begins to churn

Pining for a victory

Over this endless mystery


There is a reference

A child for instance

Being ever-playful

Nothing’s seen as painful


Letting thoughts remain

As toys, we will abstain

From the habit of misery

It empties the inner treasury