As if the brain
Could know the computations
Of the Universe:
The sum of all
The infinite equation
Of all things,
And the web upon web of
Somehow catalogued and counted!
This is control:
The thought of the petty tyrant.
The madness of the expert
Who pretends to know
But waits to to be dethroned.
The modern mind
Floating untethered from the
That to be human
Is to float untethered on love:
In the nothing that is everything,
In the space that is filled,
In the unknowing that is trust.
The complicated brain understands nothing.
Yet the simple heart knows it need only understand itself.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
4 thoughts on “As If The Brain”
This is beautiful. I love your writing. It inspires me very much.
Thanks so much. I’m really glad to hear that.
”As if the brain
Could know the computations” sums it up for me 🙂 … enjoyed reading
Thank you so much.