Tuesday, July 30, 2013


It lies unseen, unrecognised
this band which draws us in,
where mind becomes committed
to what the rest believes.
Belief will come conditioned,
be formed by what we hear,
and we lose independence;
no thought, we just repeat.
We think we make our minds up,
we tell ourselves it's so,
but often our opinions;
are just something bestowed.
We huddle even closer then,
the group has drawn us tight,
welcoming, receptive;
autonomy's dark night. 



  1. Great poem! I have spent a lot of time recently trying to reverse some of my conditioned beliefs so I can relate to this, thanks.

  2. Wow.. Yes. So many times our minds are made up for us under the guise of it being our own decision. This was poetic.. And thoughtful.

    Thank you for linking it with us this week.