Part of my brain is in my heart, attuned
To higher frequencies than thought alone;
In it lies higher consciousness cocooned,
Which through keen intuition can be known.
Then like a butterfly it will emerge
Ascending in its splendor to a height
Where I shall apprehend the Cosmos verge
Into eternity and see aright.
What then I’ll see in rapture unconcealed
I’ve only glimpsed, and that was long ago,
Enough though to imagine that the field
Of consciousness is infinite, aglow
With ardent radiance of the Cosmic Mind
By which all of Creation is designed.