Philosophy | Politics | Reality
By George Hahn-Sittig

Building the Mind

If thoughts are bricks;

Stories are mortar

Building day by day

A gleaming city out of clay.


The once muddled mire of the mind

Soon becomes the finest place

To pass the days away.

With winding streets,

Who keep the greatest thoughts

In well-wrought hollows,

With fountains and gardens

              That garnish simple effectiveness

              With a second layer of beauty and fruitfulness

With constant contemplation

              And reformation

              That leads to wonderous creation and re-creation

All so every brick shines in kind

With its fine placement;

Perfected

By the unwavering work

Of The Builder

—the human,

The thinker.

Until that old-growth city

Is an amicable place to grow old.

—A fine dream, is it not?

Yet the builder wavers

And fills their labors

With laxity and lovelessness

And so is less than perfect

They leave permanent scars…

But far be it from me to criticize!

You are the only one with the right to change your mind

—even if others find it an amusing game

And pursue to change and warp and hold

You

And sometimes their cold hands

Find a lever by which to command…

Yet still it is your mind.

In these two ways problems rear their austere yet fearful faces

Inside the graceful spaces of the mind

And we find ourselves with a problem of design:

—Every iteration has its temptations.

—Every creation its malformations.

Yet tell me builder,

Can you not build again?

With fresh materials

And in the end find

That you are free to choose…

And to remake the space in which you live.

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