this is a poem I wrote in my college years:
Tea and Twine:
The world is a ball of twine,
With secrets underneath,
If we continue to unravel it, the teabag of truth will steep.
How often can we drop the ball?
Will our brewing minds prove weak?
Perhaps we can't undwind it all,
Perhaps one thread will prove too steep.
Check your tea periodically,-those tea leaves may pose questions anew
But following the line,
through misty caverns, always trudging through, untangling fractal threads and entangling too,
collapses the complexities, while glorious insights stew.
A superstring of logic,
Intuition tea,do not make sense together but engage non-locally.
Someday we shall see that we have never left our minds,no matter how far out we've gone,
no matter what we is because of a simple fact:
Everything of the universe, can be found within the mind.
Is it really true, that some things can't exist?
Everything stems from an idea,hey, do you get the jist?