The Friend

The mind has borrowed the maker’s might

Creating worlds in its own light

It conceives deceptive sights

Hinting there are greater heights

The mind is beautiful in its own right

It can take us far if we cease to fight

We plunder the mind for our personal joy

Pushing the sensory apparatus in its employ

The battle within consumes awareness as fuel

Who sees? It isn’t taught in any school

But first, we will have to get beyond gender

Assigned by the mind to the inner pretender

The mind won’t stop us from journeying on

Putting its brood to bed before we touch dawn

If only we became its friend

It may point us towards another world with no end