How could one imagine what it
sounded like when starting to
learn a foreign language,
merely from the books, and had
never been to the place
where they speak that tongue,
nor had heard it spoken
at any time otherwise?
Might one still know, just by
way of approximating imaginations,
how it sounded like?
'But it's only so in your imagination! '
the voices of your close-by,
echoes of mind, come reverberating
back to your ears
from the ignorant world.
By any means,
could it be true
what they'll be telling you,
that you're imagining things - only -
and this would have nothing to do with
reality? !
I, for one, can't believe anyone
to have a right to say he or she
be a sole owner of mind,
though I do hold there's some secret about mind.
Does any scientist know what it is?
- Are we then well-advised, therefore, better not
to be telling anyone about the greater things,
in for being cooked in mind,
but not yet full done? ? -
I, for one, want to express
that I strongly feel that
we - all of us -
as we stand and fall -
are all connected up together,
connected by one and the same mind,
and I strongly feel,
that one may well listen in,
listen in to this one mind
- way through the distances,
and even way through time
and the times.
So, why wouldn't we be able to
innerly hear, factually true,
another's speak,
be it even that the speaker were
on another stellar galaxy's
enlivened global planetary? !
How much more so with innerly
hearing your next-door woman,
or the unknown soulmate
out in the open
wide streets of life?
And even all the dead got
all their seed minds, I feel,
left there behind,
out in the far lanes of
vast stellar memory planes
of landscapes and plains
in the cosmic mind,
all units being more or less safely
stored away there,
for the future accesses,
by their living partners, or
of those yet to live,
in mind.
If only we the living
were more acknowledgable
of the unique oneness
impressed on our
own most precious one mind,
beyond all the minded
objects of realized materializations -
in mind.
This is a one-liner: the mind is one network.
It's very deep like the boisterous mind; very hard to control? This is the sole burden a man carries?
Erhard, amazing observation, well presented and great end to this poem. Preets
we are all victims of our mind's manipulations. probably the one-liner i'll take from my college psych class. this piece was strangely comforting. injected - each line with wisdom & observation. Sus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write, eloquent!