Mystic over Matter
The vacant easy chair
On which the body reclines
The swinging movement
Which then and now reminds
The realisation of that instant
A flickering glimpse of that moment
Of life which is being lived.
How obscure the human mind
A thinker, a creator, one entity
Running its own world
Fantasy in a material fold
A manoeuvring principle
A disturbing delight
The opaque obstructer of the spiritual flow
The fastest performer of an action called thought
The human mind is what is to be conquered and wrought
A lifetime of servitude to this immaterial being
Impairs and disarms the divine gaining
Over centuries of the quest for human delight
Praises were wasted on the mind’s might
Science goes only as far as sight
When opens up the inner eye
Comes the factor of intuitive might
So that the real hidden secrets of mankind
Start to materialise in transcendental sounds
Something heard before and never acknowledged for
As the mind ceases to hold
The perception of the divine fold
Dawns on the intuitive eye
Where ends the power of mind
Begins the power of the divine
A quest of this ecstatic flight
On the wings of the soulful light
Blood surges in the veins
Tears well up in rains
There is only one ethereal sound
There is no above or below
Except for what lies beyond
That jingling of bells
That peace of a deafening silent song.
