Open Mind
What is an open mind?
One that re-invents itself
upon meeting some new insight,
without a fright?
It ponders, pokes and prods:
maybe there is truth here?
Oh my, oh dear,
this is not what I want to hear?
Maybe, this could be real?
How does it taste,
how does it feel?
Must I now waste and replace
my old with something new?
Does it make sense?
How do I recompense?
Oh no(!),
I must forgo
my beliefs
and concepts
and ideals
to allow for alternative reals.
I reel,
in loss and confusion,
was I living in delusion?
Ignorance?
Fake and fragile
my concepts break
open.
The mind is torn, sliced, spliced and diced
with visions of newness and expansion and opportunity.
Wonder and awe and truth so bold,
the accoutrements of possibility
trimmed and dressed for all to behold.
Must I re-create(?)
everything(?).
For everything is fair play, everything in the game,
there is no shame or blame
to box-in with society's square frame.
Pandora, busting with curiosity, unleashes beastly designs
of an unendentured mind.
Looking on with wonder and amazement and even fright
it might be hard to delight
in the mystery of the unexplained.
Yes, ok, cool, interesting, hmmm
I am loose and free and open,
so here's to holpen.
Investigate the grand wide-open,
break free,
break through
cease(!), stop the mental doping
and re-open,
again and again.
Do I have the ability to accept change(?)
to re-arrange
a mind(?)
that might be deranged.
If I do,
I might just learn something new,
or remember something old.
Open and receive.
Open and receive.
A mind that is
open, yet skeptical
can believe
in anything
and not be fooled
or tooled
by the fabric of the mind’s stories’ spool.
Deciphering and discerning
diaphanous and learning
lucid and yearning
to be bent and toppled
and untrain any engrained drains
on the receptors for expansion
revolution and evolution.
Agile and soft
the open mind is a landing
and a launch pad
for delightful, cascading
cosmic creation –
a celebration,
a toss,
a cheer
and a round of a applause
to the kind
of mind
open
to shine.