The Minds Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Growing up as a boy there were many things -
Many things to which I possessed absolutely no understanding
But I had many questions concerning the missing light.
I was troubled many times and often haunted by the fiend of ignorance;
A bout I lost against time. It was torturing

When I looked into my mind I began to see, I kindled the puny embers within;
Things only god has been touted to answering and I wondered why -
I wondered why we had to pray to an external source and wail
Rather than look into ourselves and be joyful of the wisdom that lie dormant there.
The mind is clever. The mind is clever!

It was sweet to come to light that I am the only thing that -
The only thing that loves me more than anything else said to love,
That self-love is more than god almighty for it also tells me how much everybody -
How much everybody loves themselves and that's when it all turned ugly
Because I became curious - curious to see more.

If my mother had seen this before, she'd have told me not to cross that line.
Going behind people's mind is poisonous - I have tasted the fruit of evil
And I have seen the causes of rage and the cases of heartbreak,
The causes of hate and the causes of violence. I live just to tell,
I have seen the causes of wars bygone and wars impending.

Solemnly today I can declare to the masses satiated by vain
That wherever you go and can go or the dimensional trips you may choose,
Don't go searching behind people's minds and seeing what they think in silence
For you will be met with indelible pictures of horror
That will haunt you until you die.