Tuesday, September 16, 2014


     Of course there’s no denying consciousness,
     But yet defining it’s another thing,
     And how far down it goes, we can but guess
     And how far up, there’s no determining.

     Perhaps there’s really nothing else but mind,
     And thought’s the source of everything we know,
     While all that’s seeming matter is defined
     By an illusion, a stunning, spectral show.

     Such is the view of an idealist,
     For whom reality is but a dream,
     And even if you loudly pound your fist,
     He’ll tell you such phenomena but seem.

          Well, I’ll suppose there’s ultimately Mind,
          But here and now it’s physically defined.