Mind.

It has been well said of the elevation of the Sage,
Whose mind touches the stars and feet the ground,
Whose wise finger points the Vastness of no age,
That his Mind reaches the Cosmic, Universal Sound.
But what is it that makes the Mind of the Sage…??
The world keeps dying and the people is blind,
The world keeps dying, lies, wars, hate, rage.
You see, the Mind of the Sage sees beyond this bind.

First it appears randomly within the dark space,
Then it is consumed by the pettiness and greed;
The thought begets an idea wicked and base,
When the heart dies, the ego of the world seeds.
But self-reflection is what the lowest Mind needs,
For it is to dwell and know your own dark room.
But self-reflection is where the superior Mind lives,
For it is where self-love and the flower bloom.

As the deer focuses on the lights and freezes in fear,
The Mind of man cannot see beyond what is allowed.
As the emergent world turns and produces a tear,
The Mind of man cannot see beyond the ill crowd.
The Mind must seek its own individual place
Far from the beliefs and deceits of the throng,
The Mind must elevate itself to heavenly grace
Where the Light of rationale is clear and strong.