THE POESIS THESIS
Beyond what’s physical and seems concrete,
There’s more to what we call reality,
For it takes mind to make the scene complete,
Though how that’s so remains a mystery.
Mentality must be a kind of net,
A web pervading all of cosmic space
By means of which plans and directions get
Transmitted instantly from place to place.
Such metaphysicality remains
A mystery we only can suppose
Is operational on subtle planes,
The source from which reality arose.
Just as this poem manifests its being,
All of reality is mind’s decreeing.