Thinking My Own Thoughts Poem by Margaret Alice

Blue skies, happy objects outside enjoying the
sun’s shimmering caresses, my book saying
the Big Bang did not take place in pre-existent
space, primordial content exploded creating
space and time while it took place, the
universe is still expanding today

While cosmologists cannot speculate about
what lies outside their own observatories,
spiritualists do not suffer from the same
limitations and can use mental license
to describe a whole multiverse outside
any possibility of sensory observation

Without the theories of spiritualists, I would
have been very depressed, caught like a fly
in the trap of a sensory universe, the mind
limited to finite bodies - but knowing reality
is an illusion created by magnetic energy,
all things visible manifesting awareness

Consciousness is unlimited and all-
encompassing - enables me to read
the speculations of Stephen Hawkins
who is quite content to say all is pre-
ordained, though we must act as if
we have free will; good grief

As long as he is happy with his own
conundrum and his predetermined
acolytes enjoy doing everything as
they have been programmed to,
while I believe in real freedom
and thinking my own thoughts…