Power of the Mind

Power of the Mind

Posted on Monday, May 17th, 2021 at 6:33 pm and is filed under Art of Dying, Elements of the Soul, Life and Death, Poetry | 0

Imagination is your magic!








Power of imagination


If the mind is as powerful as Hercules

And imagination is the magic wand

Tittered by the all-powerful mind

Why are we still asleep?


Why aren’t people opening up their minds?

Is it because we have lived in death?

And death still pulls us so

That we charge in it without shame?


What is death to the mind?

Is it the trickster that keeps playing games?

Given the body as a cross

To run up and down


What is in imagination that runs from death?

When children young come alive

They imagine fairies, they play in the rain

But once old, it all goes bleak


Darkness looms, that’s the lord of death

Compartmentalising everything in the cube

We dare not break the mould, it is tight

Who can bear to live without the master?


When all rule of law, in the Saturn cube

Boxing off our imagination, creating graves

For that is the sickle farming death

The decay of generations in Saturn’s cube


Release your imagination that’s the magic

Your mind should be free of all the fuss

But who hasn’t seen a child escape?

By the backdoor of their mind


You call it magic, this is why

It blossoms like flowers in the spring

And brings forth a scent of life

That charges all back to youth


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