I mull, I maze, I muse until at last
A signal comes from somewhere in the Vast,
That plenteous void we designate as Mind,
With which we may be more or less aligned.
This is the purpose of my sitting still:
To see what wandering thoughts will come to fill
My consciousness and happily connect
In ways that rational thinking can’t detect.
For Mind is more than rationality,
And logic is but one way we may see;
This other way’s subliminal at least,
When intellect seems mystically increased.
And when it is, I’m simply moved to praise
The source of such insight and pray it stays.