Masterpiece
Conscious mind
is limited;
sub-conscience mind
delimited,
superconscious mind
unlimited—
veiled realm that
touches and enshrouds,
mass of knowledge:
infinite…pervasive…absolute.
What has been,
is now
or yet to be
lies here,
commended by
eternity’s blessing.
Cannot be seen,
yet watches.
Cannot be touched,
but feels.
Cannot be heard,
but listens.
Though pervasive,
yet is glimpsed by few.
And still,
presumption
that our senses
will attune to
this exalted realm,
we lift our pens
and sit to write
a masterpiece.
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2014
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