You think the mind is in the brain
But there it does not live
The brain is but an instrument
Good service does it give.

It takes the many inputs
That come in through the sense.
But it’s the mind that takes the cues
And deals with them thus hence.

The mind’s the part that never dies.
It’s with you for all time.
Hand in hand with spirit
Up the ladder it does climb.

Revere the thoughts you hear inside
For each one helps you grow.
But which are yours and which are ours
Not always will you know.

For us the mind’s a mighty tool
A way that we can reach you.
It’s through the mind we contact you
We guide you and we teach you.

So dull the brain with wine and pills
If at times you feel the need
But know that in so doing
Our thoughts you cannot heed.

But never fear; we’re always here
Awaiting times you’re sharp.
And then, dear ones, we’ll work with you
Like fingers on a harp.