Dissecting The Mind Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I am interested in the dissection of the mind, not the brain
Of course the mind is nowhere to be found
My scalpel has landed in the brain
The brain is only a nesting place
Where the questions of life are woven
And the answers are hatched
It may take a few minutes
For the idea to melt
Or sometimes a lifetime
For the mind to mature
Into a fully-fledged bird
Able to fly
Into the mysterious world of consciousness
Enlightenment or call it wisdom
Engaging the second layer of the mind
Revealing the true nature of man
The logic is not in the brain
It is in the illogical pattern
Locked inside the mind
The human mind
Mirrors the Eternal mind
But it is the lack of details
And the physical constraint of the brain
With its solid vault
That restrict access to the mind
I am interested in the dissection of the mind
But the elusive stuff slips out of my hands
I cannot see beyond the limitations of my own mind
I can only listen to my heart
To tell me the truth about silence, emptiness and nothingness
Silence is the medium of the illogical logic
Emptiness is a state of perfect calibration
Nothingness is full of mysteries
Beyond the mind there is nothingness