All of living, is within our thought;
what we are; is what we think;
reality, itself, is what we’re taught;
physical life is gone in a blink.
Does an outside world even exist;
how could we, for sure, ever tell?
A mind may tell that images persist;
can we discern, heaven from hell?
Our eyes don’t really see anything;
they simply allow light to come in;
consciousness, itself, is the king;
discriminating what light is within.
Sight and sound are both only thought;
acted out in multiple dimensions;
illusions of both; and more, are wrought;
this world is reality’s pretensions.
With no consciousness we can’t see or hear;
the mind is the arbiter of all existence;
nor, can we experience, either joy or fear;
thought requires the mind’s assistance.
How do we know we have hands and feet;
surely our minds will know?
What if our mind has become discrete;
not even telling us so?
Many questioned, “To be, or not be;”
for which, few have a reply;
nothing; from what you hear or see;
you’ll only know, when you die.