The mind is the drug.

The mind is the drug to be consumed.
Addiction to the movement of the soul.
What greater high is there than life?
How fortunate the gift of consciousness.

Blessed are we in all we comprehend.
Divinity or happenstance inconsequential.
Is there greater inspiration in deep reflection?
Or do others satiate our inner desires?

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[justjenn_2u]

At one time, I would have laughed at this poem because I never knew then, that life could be my high. Now, I can relate to this poem. I wish I had the wisdom back then that you have in this poem!!! You have great insight on the choices we can make in life in this one poem.