The mind is movement

perceived by the virtue of stillness

It is an influent

whose ultimate source

and ultimate end

is a mystery.

Watch then, you

with the eyes of your soul

its spectre of affections:

of fear and sorrow

of longing and ecstasy.

And even though

in its search for truth

it makes things true

Distance its truth

as one would a lie

And marvel at its virtuosity.

Appreciate it

As you would appreciate a Monet

not just for an enchanting picture painted

but also for seeking to understand

the illuminating and glorious

light of the day.