Mind

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An accident of space and time,

Dancing to the play of senses five?

Do you,

Oh Genius,

Go dark

When lighted neurons

Cease to spark?

Is vision held

To the bounded line,

Hemming us in

To wither and die?

May there be,

As the poets say

A Will in Man to be free,

An Omnipresent Way

To still the swirling Karmic sea,

As did Christ in Galilee?

Or are we only donning masks

In a Darwinian tragedy?

Oh, let deep sing unto deep

Rousing Reason from sensory sleep:

May the glory of the Inner Light be bared,

Piercing the heart of the Shadow’s lair!

Blindness cured by Wisdom’s touch,

Jacob dissolves Esau’s clutch.

© Conor MacCormack, 2019