Beyond the open gate of the mind lie myriads and myriads of new ideas,
A new spirited force that can energize and rejuvenate you,
Taking you to a new level of metaphysical reality.
I dream of going places,surfing on the clouds of consciousness,
Soaring like a bald eagle and roaming the spheres where seraphims glide.
Euphoria anyone?Or is it that the imagination is stymied
And cannot transport you to imaginary worlds,
That lie outside our frontiers in the star trekked realms?
But if you are of the brown earth and earthy then your thoughts will be here,
Among the beautiful mountains some snow-capped,and the lush valleys,
From Kilimanjaro to the Rockies,breathing in that clean thin air,
And becoming mountain lions yourselves,even if for a short while.
In the forest of the night the wild animals are pretty quiet,
Resting for the next long day and their joyful roam through the wild.
We and the animals of the forest were placed by Providence upon this brown earth.
Visions of ecstasy we see as we lie upon our backs only hoping
That these visions are real and not figments of our wandering minds.
Our minds are like a citadel,enclosed and with high walls;
History is replete with citadels:Troy,Rome,England and others
Have always sought to build the impregnable,to keep out the intruder-
But in this time there is another intruder that seeks to breach our walls,
To him the gate of our minds must be shut tight with an eternal key.
Causes enoch john Supports
freedom of thought and expression