Consciousness Creates Form and Not the Other Way Around

Whose words these are, I think I know.

I’m out of rhymes; my mind’s too slow.

Thought comes first. It’s so absurd.

Then form arises as preferred.

If you’ve heard a sacred word

(in deed or dream), what has occurred

is deeper than you’ll ever know

until you finally learn to grow.

In each moment, we go and go.

Down the stream, we row and row

finding all the things we’ve stirred

staring back at us transferred.

Still, we progress undeterred

spreading like a flowing herd.

The light inside our shifty show

continues to just glow and glow.