Seeking A Key To The Subconscious Mind

Much has been written about the subconscious mind and its hidden powers. Decades ago I read In Tune With The Infinite which, in part, delved into how the subconscious mind held the key to much of how we function in the world. Indeed, secret blocks to conscious desires could rest there as we try to break through with affirmations. This stealth operator in daily life had me pondering its persuasive sometimes frustrating influences in the forms of digital art and my poem, Covert Operator:  

Inaudible whispers soft in my ear

Dim directions to the barely aware 

Near even when I shed a first tear 

Snug as skin, hard truths ensnared

Phantom hum and beat of my heart

The way in when I need a way out

Agitating drummer upon every start

Covert note-taker, root of my doubt 

Labyrinth locked, it is nobody's fool

Stubborn stone and block on a road

The clever persuader I may overrule

Seeking a key to the keeper of codes

I also took a short walk down a familiar path, slowly circling onward to getting better (from my fall) by visiting the maze at Kwomais Point Park. The sky was a gray veil over the seascape and other wonders that I knew existed (for the moment unseen) beyond the horizon. It seemed to me that the haziness and words on the stone at the bench, As Within So Without, applied well to the mysterious ways of the subconscious mind.  

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Going Somewhere

 

A little digital art project for me and subsequent poem, Untethered Dreamer.

Somewhere I'll go, to where will I blow

Will my wishes burst like pricked balloons

Or the path be strewn with luscious delights

Swaying to celestial tunes at starry heights

Someplace I'll go, to where will I race

Will my flights be chased into unlit holes

A hapless wanderer, maplessly floundering

Untethered dreamer once chained to a goal

Somehow I'll go, to where I don't know

Will my trip deflate into an ominous fate

A slippery ride with steep highs, deep lows

Or can I pull the string, impact something

Somewhere I'll go … 

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Letting Go & Flying Solo

Poof! The "magic" of daily life went splat when I fell, broke a few bones, including my wrist which ended up in a cast. The awkward painful days that followed made it clear that two hands functioning in tandem together is a beautiful ballet. With one hand doing the job of two, simple tasks became monumental chores, inspiring a poem.

Peeling a banana (no, I didn't slip on one, the culprit was sea kelp) or opening packaging single-handed is ridiculously tricky and requires significant creativity. Immobility left holiday decorations mostly unpacked. One tiny tree filled the gap by being extra glitzy. When the cast was removed, I learned that the sleepy bones and tendons beneath resisted waking, aching at each new call to action. Thankfully, the body wants to heal but it is a slow process of exercising that restores movement. 

Streams of lovely light seeped in to grace the room like a soothing balm when I was housebound. With one hand to take pictures I captured sights outside my windows.

These chubby birds visit my holly tree each winter. Sometimes the hungry pluck of a berry looked more like the donning of Rudolph's red nose.

Lucky for them they arrived one day ahead of a massive overnight snowfall.

It was time for planes to get grounded, cars to stay parked ...

and for sledders to slide down the hilly slippery streets.

After creating fun but mostly havoc for travelers, flakes melted in the rain. The new year with its aura of freshness had me thinking that the foolish destructive acts of the past also could wash away and that life might progress in wiser directions. We have all seen how sometimes out of adversity wonderful things emerge in miraculous ways. 

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