Thursday, June 11, 2015


               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.