Gazing from my window

In the tenderness of Spring

I feel like a seed in soil

Gathering vitality from the dark Earth

Pulsing upward for Sunlight.

And I know I am blessed with re-growth

My whole self open to new vistas.

 

And then a 'vista' surges up – unwanted.

An intrusion on the lyric moment.

But my thought has triggered it

And I must consider it.

And then, I 'have to write'.

That's how it works sometimes.

 

ERGO-

 

It is easy to understand

How religious thought develops, isn't it?

METAPHOR - human imagination!

So many twists on the same idea -

Pursued diversely to the same goal.

Our human minds bind us more closely

Than our bodies.

How could any human being

Claim superiority over another!

Except one with 'a mind in a cage'?

 

And worse - 'a common mind in a cage'!

A race or civilisation taught through millennium:

'We are the ultimate humans!'

What an unjustifiable IDEA!

But this idea exists, singly and collectively.

People groomed in cages grow as directed

Immune to invisible bars, unaware.

 

Are you really sure how 'free' you are

From racial indoctrination?

Perhaps you may connect more strongly

With the idea of 'puppets'!

It's basically the same principle.

Are you controlled by the 'master puppeteers'

On invisible strings

That you have never challenged?

Engulfed in the horde – helpless?

 

Be brave.

Your mind is your own.

Use it.

Cynthia Buell Thomas, 2018