The Fool’s Paradise.
Who is the Fool that creates Fool’s paradise, ?
Is he not a not a dream-land wise?
With supposes, proposes and surmises.
Does he brags with his senses’ prize, ?
As a penny-conscious he tries,
To fence things by dull doilies.
The more of this universe rests,
Beyond the floating images and dresses,
And like bubbles God’s ideas sprout,
In the passing waves of Gay-Time,
And in graveyard backs life’s rime.
Things revealed from Unconscious,
Execute the Infinity in its real touch,
And the shadowy dreams of age and clime,
Gets dropped in crystals of Divine wine.
Then the sun from super-conscious sky,
Tinges its wild glow,
The difference between ignorance and knowledge,
Fades away from Time’s page.
Sir, Last stanza is so powerful can't be told....thank you
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This poem reflects on the father of psychology, Sigmund Freud's concept of the conscious, subconscious and unconscious. Things revealed from Unconscious, Execute the Infinity in its real touch, mean a lot.