for Larry Dossey
Homo noeticus is the next phase
Of our development, when we’ll have found
A way beyond our present mental haze,
Freed from beliefs by which our minds are bound.
We know from pioneers who now report
That there’s a psychic realm some call “One Mind,”
And if we find our route to that resort,
We’ll see a world to which most now are blind.
Though long ago I think I glimpsed that state
With visionary exaltation that
Endured one night, but did by dawn abate,
Like turning down my psychic rheostat,
Yet ever since, I’ve yearned I might return
To find what further wonders I could learn.
Let’s say then that there is one Cosmic Mind
By which the universe has been designed,
In which all human beings participate
And may commune with when we meditate.
Imagine it’s a beacon in the sky
A guiding star to set our courses by,
By grace of which, when reverently appealed,
Good Orderly Direction is revealed.
And yet, most of the time, we’re unaligned
With the designs of Universal Mind,
And earthly chaos is the consequence
While what should be translucent becomes dense.
The only cure’s to go back in the Zone
Where what is universal is your own.
The theory goes that all minds are entwined,
Being by Cosmic Consciousness designed,
With which we are essentially aligned,
Though many to this circumstance are blind.
They then by their estrangement are consigned
To ignorance for what they have maligned
Until their circumspection is refined,
Revealing they are kin with every kind.
One Mind pervades the universe
In which all separate souls immerse:
The Source from which all thoughts disburse,
An infinite and generous purse.