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.
“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
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
Field Coming into Focus
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.
White snow absent of
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.
The border defining a boundary
the line between worlds, realms,
exists only in our minds
a projection of the hardship
we impose, we feel, further
defined and limited
by action or inaction.