I wonder if 1,000 years ago the souls Attached to weathered hands Dreamed Of devices that could Alleviate their chopping, mashing or Grinding herbs and Alliums into pulps or Pastes. The human mind is said to be unable To conceive that which has not happened Yet. Our limits are said to exist In experience, but I do not believe that myth. For miles may separate and Years may erase But since the dawn of time Our boundless ability to see Has been the basis Of modern inventions. Yet our urge to dream the conception Of matter from dust and air Can only be grasped Through liberty of mind. One Not chained, not forced, not pried But freed. And that is the catch, I suppose.




















