mind blogging

gazillion cells of the body
going about their daily chores
hair grows without active volition
nails & skin do the same
can't remember ever asking the pancreas to secrete
or asking the heart to beat
perfect harmony despite the abuse

a few billion cells inside the skull though
need to be told what to do
as dull as they are grey,
the effort's killing
throwing tantrums, never getting saddled
have to ride this wild one over the hill

to a land of truth
irrigated by the rivers of knowledge
where the seeds shall be sown
after the mind is cremated &
the ashes fertilize the soil

to grow as a tree
with branches in all directions imaginable
roots running through every inch of this ground
providing shade for the weary traveller
flowers for the bees that will make honey for all
fruits to feed every hungry mouth