The Mind's Strange Beauty, With Its Smile

It’s said, that when our mind awakes, out of that sweetest place in which it sleeps, rests, is refreshed; in the morning; or in those rare moments when we let it take its rest; this wondrous instrument, invisible, yet holding all we think is ours… in the twinkling before it spreads our world before us, like some awed geographer unrolling with two hands a map from polished rods, inviting exploration, conquest, or desire… in that great moment, as it emerges from that place which is to us no place… that holy place, of universal mind before it’s individual – that bran tub where we thrust our eager arm – splits its precious unity, which some mighty force beyond place and time itself, has decreed that mind may find itself, or lose itself, in multiplicity – splits this onely mind into polarity: scans like some godly radar, its whole vast world surveyed; surveyed in truth; indifferent as that sweeping line which arcs incessantly to show, there’s this and this… a fraction of a moment, and then we clothe all this playground of the soul (glancing so quickly, setting up imaginary walls, beyond which be dragons and our mortal enemies…) with our illusions, our beloved illusions, the land where we may play, pretend ourselves to be ourselves… our world of friction and duality: from small (it thinks) to great (it fears) , from good (it likes) to bad (it scorns..) the pleasing and unpleasing there; the loves and hates; all the illusions that we defend, fight over, argue, build… the friction of the tire on road… all set against each other – in our mind; ‘nor good nor bad, but thinking makes it so’… This is the magic of the mind; with this, ourselves as conmen, tricksters – sometimes healers, teachers, wise men too – with this, in this we play, as poets with a dictionary; know this – and watch this ticking, exquisite watch, its intricate fine mechanism running on until its spring winds down: know this, and laugh that heavenly laugh that blows away illusion; that laugh that has the sweetest sound you ever heard, as if you laughed with gods; or, smiling as a goddess smiles.