Mind Flight
Desire is my boarding pass.
Each destination looms with
new experience brought about with
just the entering of heads--
New worlds revolve before the conscious eyes
of thought emerging all around me;
could I then turn away? Floral-scented breezes
from another's mindfulness will
fall upon my cheek, and I ignore
the sweep of consciousness
descending graciously upon my brow?
Then I see inside them
recorded in a poem, meditation
or a slice of intellect shared
from speaker's desk or easy chair--
thence to the wonder of a book
upon my lap.
The cost is slight,
a measure of my time, but more
a dividend of riches on a course
paved in a mind which shared
another history, or insights
which had never come before.
Who may define the source?
Head to head, then certainly
if deity there be, then it is silent--
true occasion for an awe
that only listens, never speaks.
Some death is needful
when those heads collaborate.
I know this closing
and its vaunted seal on heritage,
on trembling breath that glories
with every new disclosure, hard-won
but full of fortune gained...
and loss...and light.
I know it is a flight
unlimited by time, with a
beginning, finishing or touching--
reality though, that lies outside
where only measurement is king.
There is departure's gate.
Well enough, that we prepare.
Well enough, true ecstasy is ours.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2016
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