Life an accident of the primordial soup
mind a by-product of life’s electrical loop;
the priests of science boldly proclaim
the world of matter is their domain.
Their concrete world has foundations of sand
when based on particles they can’t understand.
Crashing them together to find the sublime,
like smashing a timepiece to tell the time.
Beware of creeds whatever their form
test for presence by a need to conform.
Truth is sacrificed on the altar of power
knowledge advanced by refusal to cower.
The scientific view is built on sight
so cannot see where there is no light.
No eyes are needed for us to find
real in-sight arises in the mind.
Mind is a realm little understood
the tool of creation; All and Good.
There are none so blind as Will not see;
in-tuition starts with humility.
MIND OVER MATTER
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Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 22-Jan-19 13:16 by Rune.