Tuesday, April 14, 2015


            Akasha is an ancient name for what
            Today we’d designate the Cosmonet
            Connecting us beyond the little hut
            We call our brain to all there is to get
            By way of information and know-how—
            The storehouse of the Universal Mind,
            Access to which will readily endow
            A seeker with secrets that can unblind,
            The best of which is wisdom to discern
            What is in every case the highest good,
            A trove from which the ignorant can learn
            Distinguishing the should-not from the should,
                 For this Akashic realm is our real home

                 And the true source of any lasting poem.