The Essence of Thought
Love is the essence of pure thought
There is nowhere that this thought is not
What is it that you think you see
When you gaze upon the flesh of me?
Let me use this poet’s tongue
To show that you live among
An exoskeletal, limited view
A shelter for your own milieu
And thus it states, “Strive, gather
Obtain or rather,
Life will of the weak consume
And make of you a withered tomb”
But here I stand
With truth in hand:
Remember?
Love is the essence of pure thought
There is nowhere that this thought is not
Quietly gaze on that within
Beyond the stars, beyond your skin
For there resides an endless light
To guide you through the fading night
And carved unto empyrean ink:
“All we are is all we think”
You are not here, you are not there
You are, in fact, quite everywhere
Limits are only of the mind
Belief in them has kept you blind
So the next of time
You hear the chime
That casts the sleep deeper
Be the brave leaper!
And land beneath the naked sun
There is no end to what is one
For here I stand
With truth in hand:
Remember?
Love is the essence of pure thought
There is nowhere that this thought is not