Mind in a Cage
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.
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?
Your mind is your own.
Cynthia Buell Thomas, 2018