mind

Poem – Empty Fields

When this life’s pace and chaos
become too much I know where I can turn.

I return to my roots,
I return to the empty fields.

Here is a clean slate waiting
for the mind to create.

They offer possibilities,
an endless space to chase and capture dreams.

This is where the mind can exist
without limitations or boundaries.

This is home.

Poem – Memories

At the dawn of each day
our past experiences
become memories frozen
in the depths of our mind,
kept safe until we need
a reminder of how we got here.

Poem – Perception and Desire

The empty field of snow and shadow,
a reflection of the desire and intent
to start the day new and leave behind the past,
build the best path into the future.

To become what the mind desires,
the field is waiting and as an extension
of you and as a plane of existence in
universe, it is limitless.

And it is yours.

And all that you allow there.

My field is filled with snow,
surrounded by trees,
beneath the cold, harsh sun,
and shadows haunt every move.

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Poem – The Physical Manifestation of the Mind, Part 1

The air I taste and breath
surfaces sharp and distinct
memories from a time I had
forgotten.

Across the empty fields
losing to the shadows
the land becomes the physical
manifestation of my mind.

I walk around and examine
each thread, each connection
some are familiar and soft
some are foreign and sharp.

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Poem – Uncertain

“I have been here before.”

A distant memory surfaces
detached from the here
and now I fail to place
when and where.

Uncertain I have become
of my place in the physical world
bound by rules and limitations
choking and smothering the spirit.

That sunrise knows no bounds
stretching beyond what I can see and
I believe it is my mind listening
to the music of invisible particles

on a non-stop journey through infinite space
and existing in the sight of those who are ready.

Familiar and Uncertain

Familiar and Uncertain

Poem – The Mind Focusing

If my mind were turned inside out,
flipped, and away from the lantern

in the middle of one field, I imagine
when I gained some semblance of control

it would manifest as the mind realized
in another field coming into focus.

The Mind Realized

The Mind Realized

Field Coming into Focus

Field Coming into Focus

Poem – Release

I awoke – from the ocean
pushed deep from the
waters weight I could
not breath, I could not move,
and I could not see outward,
but in my mind I swam
freely through images, and time,
experiences, regrets, and loss.

I held these close to my heart
to my fractured mind until I
became consumed, distracted, disconnected – lost.

Only when I released you
did I awake from the ocean.

Poem – White Snow

White snow absent of
mind dusts,

absent of tree shadows
and raven wings.

White snow becomes the
moon filled river.

White snow becomes
the expanding horizon.

White snow becomes
what we bring, what we perceive.

An empty canvas, the empty field
becomes a blank page and the contents

of our full minds, the charged emotions
we carry become the objects strewn across the field.

The white snow is deceptive
and in the beauty we can become

distracted and lose sight
of our being our place in everything.

Like mind dusts they accumulate if
not cultivated and swept away.

Our being, our body, our minds
require maintenance and care.

Poem – Border

The border defining a boundary
the line between worlds, realms,
our consciousness
exists only in our minds
a projection of the hardship
we impose, we feel, further
defined and limited
by action or inaction.

The Border

The Border

Poem – Fields (continued as the lantern disappears)

Fields 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

(1)

Shining brilliantly through
grey fog hugging the soaked ground

the light I cannot see is there
in my mind, there in my eyes.

Fading snow cover reveals the field
I have been searching for

the field anchored by one lantern
surrounded by ten-thousand trees.

“Pick up the lantern and in the light
turn yourself around, inside out.

The true brilliance of the light
shows who you are, who you can be.”

Those words fill my mind as I walk
around the lantern from a distance.

(2)

Sporadic snowflakes fall as I make slow
passes in circles, ellipticals

as I pass closer and further
a game played out for years.

I do not know what I fear
I do not know what I fear.

The sky opens and the snow thickens
as the lantern glows brighter

a halo becomes the only beacon
in the darkened sky.

(3)

In order to see the lantern more clearly
I have to cut off the mind dust
collecting interfering thoughts and with
nothing, see everything.

Easy to say and nod in understanding
yet the mind fights fluctuations in the path,
chooses to resist and sends more fear
from the depths, from the past.

(4)

The moon mimics the lantern’s light
and for moments I lose the cardinal directions
blindly following false lights and
paths that lead nowhere.

Over the next hill the light
disappears into the shrinking forest.

(5)

I am clouded by doubt
as I continue to search.

What have we brought down
upon the earth.

The air is thick and heavy.
The empty sky is gone.