Find Mind Poem by 567 789

Which way is out?

Shouted the tormented

The bad and the good

And most others unseen imbetween,

There is no way out

The answer echoed

In the cathedral dome of the sky

The only way out is in

It echoed back again,

Then silent whispers came within

From those angels of intuition

Destroy your delusions

All is illusion

But nothing

Nothing but the great big empty space of Mind behind

But the pictures in your mind of the world

Is nothing but Mind

This is what you need to find,

To be but behind

Which is where I reside

Right there, here

Back of the Sun, Out yet in

Watching it unfold

Where all is gold

To the Over-Soul.