The Vehicle Of The Mind Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

The purpose of the body is to carry this ghost inside the head,
This whirling dervish of dreams, speeding and sped.

Inside the skull is this very complex machine,
It computes and contorts and manipulates every scheme.

It planned the rise of empires and complex surgery too,
It devised travel to space, and to the earth’s core through.

This stupendous calculating engine fits into that small space,
This supercomputing computer fits beneath hair and behind face.

We admire the entrepreneur and speculator for the power of his brain,
But there’s much more behind the village idiot’s refrain.

The potential is there in everyone, we hear the secters shout,
Only relax and meditate, we must train to let it out.

At the end of it all, one questions remains behind,
When the body’s gone, what happens to the mind?