A MIND OF ITS OWN
My little mind is part of Bigger Mind,
An integer of consciousness within
A Universal Mental Field inclined
To sprout new shoots of thought, though all are kin.
There is no thing but thought has made it so;
Mind is the archetype and architect
That reifies above what shows below,
Supernal cause of each mundane effect.
Thus my mind has another of its own
It is not free to willfully ignore,
With which it must eventually atone
If it would transcend hobbling and soar.
What’s real is wholly immaterial;
It’s mind that rules, sublime, imperial.