Thoughts and memories buried deep
in our minds originating from time so long ago
and across vast distances we become lost in the
numbers and mathematics, but the light and energy
is seared and imprinted like a birthmark of unknown origin.
And we may not know or discover this deep knowledge and history
until some external stimuli, perhaps a sight, a smell, or music, burrows
into the locked portals and brings to light the shadows grounding
our origins to this place and beyond.
Early morning walk to the empty fields
and the blue sky filled with birds.
Wind through the trees
refreshing as closed eyes
cleared the mind
making room for nature.
As concrete melts into dirt and grass
and skyscrapers become pine trees,
I fall into the snow and promise
myself to stay until spring.
As the snow continues to fall,
I am covered until I become
the snow and the earth and
the roots of spring’s growth.
What was a full mind
is replaced with snow,
ice, and water dispalcing
everything until there is nothing.
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.
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.
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.
The air I taste and breath
surfaces sharp and distinct
memories from a time I had
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.