Our country discusses immigration in terms of security and numbers and yet what is it for those that are poor, that live to work because they must?  I fortunate of education and opportunity enjoy the time of leisure, time of contemplation, even when I struggled to find success, there was always time for being one with myself.  Can I imagine the honor, the duty to family, to a life as an immigrant itinerant worker, and yet how as intelligent soulful beings they must struggle with the ‘todays’ existence and defer those thoughts of being one in body, mind and soul. 

Body Mind and Soul

 My body and mind is thrown into this toil

Tied by duty, honor and life to this soil

 

I’ve been here before a thousand times

My body works to a certain rhythm and rhyme

 

I know the field, I know the tools, and soil so well

My hands, my head are one at work with no tell

 

It bends, it aches, life poured into todays existence

Yet the soul and heart knows life at a distance

 

Let my mind, my heart, my soul drift free

Let them not interfere with what I must do and be

 

Hold on through this day, hold on to all small victories won

Hold on for the time when heart, mind and soul are one

 

Feel the rain, hear the thunder, its part of a plan

Fight on, toil on, this is a must, because we can

 

Heart and soul are where they must be

Because these things are born to be free

 

Hold on to me Lord, hold on till kingdom come

Where once again heart, mind, body and soul are one

Mike