THE HUMAN MIND

The many intricacies of a human mind.

The neurons and mechanisms that go into making it a ball of thoughts and results, say.

I pretend not to know the mechanisms but, might I admit, the intricacies I may?

For no, I have no great understanding of the world in all its glory;

Nor do I posses the wisdom sages do - May I say sorry?

What I do have is this ball of thoughts and reasons that I call just mine.

While some may not find it worth words, to a humble heart it feels divine.

It roars not like a mighty beast, nor a hero, nor a dashing villain;

But oh, it hums as it absorbs and reflects this shiny world we live in.

Wings take flight in the ball of light and love, as high as imagination may take;

And what else does a fragment need, for it's fragments that a universe make.

No great theories take birth here, nor do lengthy equations arise;

What does bloom, though, are a million words as I take in a mother's eyes.

For that is the beauty and the strength this ball of wonder offers me;

And I bask, yes bask, as I drown willingly into this well - infinitely free.

~MS