Bridge

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jun 05, 2018 

The
mind is a
conduit.
From there
to here
things move
along.
From the
ether things
are pulled,
formulated
and produced.
Our
reality is
filling up
being 
produced
from
nothing!
No mind,
no conduit,
no reality,
no nothing!
Our reality
comes out of
nowhere.
The mind
grabs nothing 
to create
everything!

 

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