A Poem

Science tells us

the Mind

is made of uncountable neurons and connections,

Little ganglia with electric potential, each one connected to others,

to many others, many many others,

each telling the others

on, off, yes, no, maybe…

pass it on

or not

saying that

to the other

uncountable neurons and connectors,

all fluorescing

in a silent dance.

One day I want

to move,

of my own free will,

unencumbered,

the smallest part of the smallest one of all those uncountable neurons and connectors of my mind

Because I know if I do

there will be an explosion of light, from that smallest part to all the other uncountable neurons and connectors,

fluorescing

in a silent dance

begun by me

by me

moving

the smallest part of the smallest one of all my uncountable neurons and connectors.

And if love 

causes the movement, the change,

or God

(same thing)

so much the better,

because then each of the others, each of the many many others, each of the others connected to the smallest part of the smallest one of all those uncountable neurons and connectors of my mind

and

all of them, all of the smallest parts all connected in all of my uncountable neurons and connectors of my mind,

all of them,

will be

fluorescing

in a

silent

dance

begun

by

God.