Brain Matter Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

The mind is a playing field
For all sorts of thoughts
Thoughts that are inherently good
And thoughts that are full of wickedness
Some totally disgusting
Other thoughts are reckless
Occupying the lower levels of consciousness
Aggressive and full of pride
These thoughts are the drivers of the egocentric self
Not bothered by the spirit of humanity
These thoughts are ever ready to exploit or corrupt the mind
Not tied to morality or ethical principles
These thoughts are the substance of materialism
Driven by the need to win and outcompete others
These thoughts are like eagles
With long talons and sharp beaks
They are ready to scoop the prize
Regardless of any human casualties
They regard kindness as weakness
Humility as useless
And compassion as anathema
These thoughts are fully clothed in logic
They are the substance of survival of the fittest
But there are those gentle thoughts
Occupying the higher branches of consciousness
Not too loud and not too intrusive
These thoughts are the stuff of the spirit
Fully dressed in the spirit of humanity
These thoughts are the true angels
Inhabiting our being
They are the guardians and companions
Accompanying us into eternity
Counselling and healing us
Giving us hope
They don't come often
But their voice is full of faith, hope and love
They are the substance of the Truth
Then there is silence
This is a sacred substance
Full of wisdom
Silence inhabits the highest branches of consciousness
It's the realm of God
Silence is the ultimate reality
Full of nothingness
And not disguised
Silence is the substance of God

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