Mind At Large
By a lachrymist
But what became before him was more then a Glimpse.He saw a perspective from a inner-space.The walls dissolved from corners in.And his spacial boundaries cease to exist.To where and how far were no concern.Eyes do their working in a different form.But as they looked, amazement shined,for the colours grew stronger,and the perceivable were seen.As the living light showed its presence,Its glory confused, and excited the living.With the meaning of space absent from mind,it focused on the meaning, seeing, and being of things.The Abundence of time came to form around.But it was nothing, for it was irrelevant.Without depth, forms of relations became clear.And he just stared, for centuries at interim's,without any preconceived notions,he saw how things might truely be.Then as bamboo legs with a brillant shine became the world, became everything.He became those bamboo legs, with those hidden lines.With our filter sensors, we forget our pasts.To eliminate our confusion of the greater mass.But with language confusing, and reviving the days of no more.The useful is distorted and forever held.Our consciousness is clouded by informative minds,but with certain eyes, it comes so easily.With My angel of Mes showing the way,I forget the past, and hold the present so dear.For it is all I know, and all I know to be real.This poem was inspired by The Doors Of Perception By A. Huxley. Written October 21st, 2001 © on Oct 21 2001 04:54 PM PST 10 • 0
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"But what became before him was more then a Glimpse.He saw a perspective from a inner-space.The walls dissolved from corners in.And his spacial boundaries cease to exist.To where and how far were no concern.Eyes do their working in a different form.But as they looked, amazement shined,for the colours grew stronger,and the perceivable were seen.As the living light showed its presence,Its glory confused, and excited the living.With the meaning of space absent from mind,it focused on the meaning, seeing, and being of things.The Abundence of time came to form around.But it was nothing, for it was irrelevant.Without depth, forms of relations became clear.And he just stared, for centuries at interim's,without any preconceived notions,he saw how things might truely be.Then as bamboo legs with a brillant shine became the world, became everything.He became those bamboo legs, with those hidden lines.With our filter sensors, we forget our pasts.To eliminate our confusion of the greater mass.But with language confusing, and reviving the days of no more.The useful is distorted and forever held.Our consciousness is clouded by informative minds,but with certain eyes, it comes so easily.With My angel of Mes showing the way,I forget the past, and hold the present so dear.For it is all I know, and all I know to be real.This poem was inspired by The Doors Of Perception By A. Huxley...."