Boundless… yet, it can formulate <br />these things called words… <br />to help itself and us; to call <br />to our imagination, bounds, <br />and boundlessness, in thought… <br /> <br />out of sleep and dream, leaps <br />to our assistance as a faithful hound <br />eager for the hunt; in a puckish moment <br />offers us the world.. all that is <br />and all that's not (and it’s <br />particularly strong on what is not…) <br /> <br />is it greater, then, <br />than its Creator? No, that can not be; <br />but greater than our image of <br />the Creator – ah! now there's the rub… <br /> <br />what is its shape, this shapeless thing? <br />as regular as a sphere – but of a geometry <br />beyond all spheres; its co-ordinates <br />beyond whatever is beyond… <br /> <br />yet almost as if it had (its centre <br />everywhere, its circumference just nowhere…) <br />imagined poles, joined yet held apart <br />by imaginary axis – so that it can hold <br />all opposites, all paradoxes; <br /> <br />so as you speak one thing, its opposite <br />like shadow, like uninvited echo, <br />haunts it as familiar ghost… <br />see it, hear it, and <br />you’ll win a reputation for broad-mindedness <br />or scholarly indecisiveness…you will walk <br />with blissful universality.. <br /> <br />this glorious facility, new-born to us every moment, <br />to be ecstatic in our boundlessness… <br />and all this, before <br />we’ve even rolled and staggered out of bed…<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mind-that-mind/
