Misuse of Mind

Mornings when I go to pull weeds
and deadhead the roses,
catbirds appear to inspect
what my work turns up.
They observe
and report observations.

The robins sing,
first thing after chirps in the morning,
last thing at night,
and often during the day.
Singing for them
is a need.

Flowers and song
are for me a sign
that what’s wrong
in this world
is the human focus on mind
absent human spirit.

A generous mind is a garden
where robins nest
and together with catbirds may rest
after feeding and fledging their young,
understanding song
to be a vital requirement of life:

that’s where we’re wrong.