Composed in the mind are views,
Secrets unexplored without judgment,
Narrow visions of future plans;
Testaments of the gifts and graces we cross.
Epiphanies and imagination deflower the mind of its emptiness; A Clove within the brain.
Subconsciousness entrapped in the dome of a woolly cloud.
Brighter than any light is this key.
The mind sees all that ventures aboard,
Abound with the greatest fruits of this land.
Summoned through silence sentence,
The mind is set ablaze.
A furtive uncommunicative gesture grazes thy brow;
Words unspoken by mouth, although whispered in the wind.
Anchored by rest and constant use,
It exercises its right to produce more.
Cleverly ambushing some actions or thoughts in flight!
Administrative and meditative uncharted fantasies pondered.
Sentences flow like a river,
References as a guide,
And the wisdom of the greatest philosophers.
Purified with sleep, it dreams.
A built in haven we lean toward for answers.
Supreme reasoning and deductive logic analyzed for the greater good.
Imagine that!