The Mind is a prodigal

I put on papers, what my mind can’t filter

I hide censored thoughts beyond minds of grave thinkers

My mind is a prodigal, spending all to foreign nations

My mind is an adventurous alien, undoing encryptions

My eyes may see reality, but my mind burrows the truth

They fight hard; putting other members to a disjointed root

I walk through thick dark forest of thoughts

Journeying far to those dark valleys desolate

Where many paths are circuit-trees of queries

To dissect mud questions, to resurrect primeval beliefs

Sometimes lost, most times bored

I think that which stinks,

A limb of that ladder, I climb

The eyes believe all persistent visions

The heart calibrates analogous thoughts

But the mind that diligently explores

Seeks gems, that which anchors many twists and turns

Yet, into myriad-planets, it soars

It ponders on many wonders

Alternating its azimuthal, with sequencer analyzing

Protruding, probing, collecting, collating…

Every question bathes in many answers

Every answer wears many questions

What we know is what we do not know

What my mind mines are new born truths

Clothe with blood; umbilical cord not severed

But Truth as Heisenberg’s principle

Either groom us in cold till we grow gray, or

Makes our hearts ignite and Souls illuminate

For the little lily lies in the hearth

I have feistily faithfully fortified my heart

The truth I follow, I may not know

The truth I behold, I may not hold

Still my mind burrows in daily grief,

Until a time, truth must set me, lastly free

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