MIND
Where inside this skull
(this soon to be abandoned cave),
is mind?
Not an ever-dying brain,
but ‘mind’
that infinite capacity
of higher cognizance.
Did death leave us like this,
with jawbone open in a jarring grin
and nothing more?
Gum-less teeth chatter no tales.
Will we enter the light
as homeless as hermit crabs
seeking a new mind
as we would a new shell?
Or is there a divine handprint
upon us all,
a vast all-knowing God-sense
under our own hands
right here and right there -
wherever and whatever
we lay our hands..
For to be nowhere,
is to be everywhere.
Mind!
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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