To The Unknown Anon

Someday soon, we all have to choose

Between our heart’s joy and our head’s control

Love in action may make no living sense at the time

What seems to make sense is dead and gone already!

Our hearts yearn to be open wide!

But our minds struggle to even stay open!

Intelligent work, being always under way:

To scrub the mind free of every accumulated lie

To free the perfect mirror from its layered crust:

Flattened mental boxes, accepted in ignorance.

Distortion of life can be fun but can be fatal now

Free of blurs and specks, our minds reflect the Divine

What remains is purely perceived again:

Creative blending of Divine order and human artifice

Goodspeed, all humble mighty anon army!