The Essence Called Mind

walking the wire, pacing the storm
 i've come so close to where i belong
 building the pillars, enclosing a realm to myself
 fuel to the fire, setting my dawn
 flashes and concepts are growing too strong
 bursting and bouncing, i rest - an inner reliance
 sounds inside my head, a brick to the wall
 spinning through my head, a wider horizon waits
 hanging by a thread, a string to a web framing, forming on and on
 one spark creating entire worlds
 eons are waiting in the silence
 a new dimension, self-architect
 beyond invention, my own presence, my own essence - mind
 neurons and networks, possible paths
 crystalline pieces like shattering glass
 built on the verge of desire, the will turns to being
 sounds inside my head, a brick to the wall
 spinning through my head, a wider horizon waits
 hanging by a thread, a string to a web
 framing, forming one by one
 a dream that is growing, a view yet unseen
 in between a picture, the hook for a scene
 the gathering of all, a rise from a fall
 the empathy of sadness, the shelter of all we call home
 one spark creating entire worlds
 eons are waiting in the silence
 a new dimension, self-architect, beyond invention
 my own presence, my own substance
 my own essence - mind