On Mental Flexibility
The human mind, when set free,
Becomes a wandering rhapsody,
Now, crossing limits, unsure of bounds,
to mountainside resounds.
Then down the hill and through the glen
It gathers strength, repeats again,
But this time with variation,
From subtlety to alternation,
Then with a shout of jubilation
It leaps beyond imagination.
´Tis this that I would offer thee,
This self- propelled insanity,
That leaves permission of majority,
As it rises in unique authority.
That knows not the fears
of other men, or women
That through a sort of death
and is born again
Still, you should know
where your choice lies,
To seek new growth or stabilize,
To root to ground or seek to run
toward the music of the sun,
To be firm and fixed, a place maintain,
And against change´s hail to ever strain,
Or to vary, moment, date and season,
Without approval, without reason.
And who is right and who is wrong?
For each of us must sing our song.
Be it taught, in pain recited,
Or perhaps still growing, undecided.
And though it may seem
That we´re at war,
It is illusion, and nothing more.
As we unite, the bass, the lyre,
In harmony`s celestial choir.