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The Silent Mind
I go to you in my mind when I feel alone and lonely.
It’s a place I cherish.
A safe haven.
My retreat.
I cuddle up in the warmth of my soul as it reaches out to yours.
My energy is static whereas your energy is electric.
I have no clue. Maybe you do.
I’m sure you do.
I enjoy the time inside my mind.
It’s safe and easy to deny the outside world when I’m there.
I can get wrapped up in there, too.
Wrapped up in the sound of the wind blowing down the crowded corridors.
I breathe to integrate the thoughts of truth and reality, not quite willingly though. I’d rather escape to inside my mind with thoughts of aversion. To where the almighty denial lives. The self is in confusion, forgetfulness.
My self is distant, searching for conclusion not in the moment.
It’s not yet time.
But I remember.
Remembrances of ancient past lives are lodged in the recesses of my psyche.
They are thoughts of reflection only, like in a dream.
Was I really there?
Did I actually live those lives?
Was I always this woman?
Did I love all those lifetimes ago?
Who will tell me? Will I ever know?
Who will fulfill me? Is it too late?
Why does the conscience cut itself off?
When will my psyche connect to my soul to complete the circle?
I will mediate in and amongst the stand of timbers to make communion with nature’s spirits. I will walk there in the quiet calm I need to replace the anxiety of my body, mind and soul. My psyche will turn one complete revolution to recuperate within my soul. Enlightenment of the soul in alliance with the will’s conscience encourages healing and acceptance for the mind.
It’s a place I cherish.
A safe haven.
My retreat.
I cuddle up in the warmth of my soul as it reaches out to yours.
My energy is static whereas your energy is electric.
I have no clue. Maybe you do.
I’m sure you do.
I enjoy the time inside my mind.
It’s safe and easy to deny the outside world when I’m there.
I can get wrapped up in there, too.
Wrapped up in the sound of the wind blowing down the crowded corridors.
I breathe to integrate the thoughts of truth and reality, not quite willingly though. I’d rather escape to inside my mind with thoughts of aversion. To where the almighty denial lives. The self is in confusion, forgetfulness.
My self is distant, searching for conclusion not in the moment.
It’s not yet time.
But I remember.
Remembrances of ancient past lives are lodged in the recesses of my psyche.
They are thoughts of reflection only, like in a dream.
Was I really there?
Did I actually live those lives?
Was I always this woman?
Did I love all those lifetimes ago?
Who will tell me? Will I ever know?
Who will fulfill me? Is it too late?
Why does the conscience cut itself off?
When will my psyche connect to my soul to complete the circle?
I will mediate in and amongst the stand of timbers to make communion with nature’s spirits. I will walk there in the quiet calm I need to replace the anxiety of my body, mind and soul. My psyche will turn one complete revolution to recuperate within my soul. Enlightenment of the soul in alliance with the will’s conscience encourages healing and acceptance for the mind.
Published 25th Feb 2022
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27th Feb 2022 3:04am
Wonderful. I felt like taking your hand and walking with you on this journey of a poem.
Note: In some cultures, that believe we all are reincarnated at least once, they say that there is a "switch" in our brains that shuts out those repressed memories of our prior lives. It's for self protection, otherwise we won't accept and grow into the new life.
Just like how other things in our brain shut on and off, otherwise we'd all be absolutely nuts. That much is true.
Note: In some cultures, that believe we all are reincarnated at least once, they say that there is a "switch" in our brains that shuts out those repressed memories of our prior lives. It's for self protection, otherwise we won't accept and grow into the new life.
Just like how other things in our brain shut on and off, otherwise we'd all be absolutely nuts. That much is true.
27th Feb 2022 4:02am
I tend to believe something other than myself is writing some of the stuff I post! I only recently became interested in creative writing since the COVID lockdown of 2020. Never had a interest in poetry before this! It's nuts. And I'm not even that good at English! Go figure! LOL
Thank you for your insight.
Thank you for your insight.
27th Feb 2022 4:14am
Well we are richer for your rewarding writes. Glad you found a niche here.
I myself started writing as a kid, because I had a speech impediment and tended to just shut up. The "brain fart" still comes and goes, but I use it as part of my humor now.
I have great, awesome people in my life who accept me as is. I'm so fortunate, and God knows if I'd be less than this "me" if one thing was ever any different. I got this far with what I got. It's been a good trade off.
I myself started writing as a kid, because I had a speech impediment and tended to just shut up. The "brain fart" still comes and goes, but I use it as part of my humor now.
I have great, awesome people in my life who accept me as is. I'm so fortunate, and God knows if I'd be less than this "me" if one thing was ever any different. I got this far with what I got. It's been a good trade off.
