A Pursuit of Thought

Poem

Thought fragmented becomes man mortal and divided;
Reason the emissary of his ego in God’s court.
Thought undivided in a thoughtless brood surges;
Reason dismissed and individual ego-abolished bare and nude becomes.
At the helm of this whole human affair
Is a mirth of God rejoicing the transient hour.
Then is born a thought of eternity,
A winged seraph of a wingless infinity.
Thought unfragmented, individual deathless and indivisible
Is the nature of pursuit of the jolly good All.