Wishing Well Poem by Leon Moon

Can you only fall upon knowledge?
I'm sure it's pride because one's proud to know.
Thought takes you away from now; —
Slide down the bands, cut the limitations of thought.

Each divine action relies on impulse,
People attach their happiness to an image
Because they know it can be chased for eternity
And nothing will come of them.

I will give myself away in all forms
And not think of a time when I think
To go back, and pretend to never return; —
Everything is true because true is you.

Time is only trying to capture
Itself, but thought is more than thought
Because it understands itself; —
If it's everything, then why think it's just you?

The universe rests upon a wish
Though I am never separate from it.
I will instigate the evolution of love
Because it's everything that's true.

Sore-neck scholars over-look history
And weave a path from their thoughts; —
How ironic they claim genius
Is based off mutation!

I of the word is not the whole form
But the little-thinking man thinks so!
Only because he's so proud of his thought
He doesn't notice he's what he sought.

I am beyond all possible magnificence
I am aware of myself, I am beyond myself,
I understand thought as something more
Than what it claims to be!

Some will record as they curl over
A melting picture of the Sun,
Some thoughts will rest on the horizon
And laugh when you return.

You are the love beyond sound,
You create anything you desire,
No need to run from uniscen
When it's what you've been all along.

You can only grow to what you are,
I will never hear myself pretending
To know myself; — I am
Always above, below, inside of you.