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 … 

Explore more at Poets and Storytellers United and check out my sites: Postcards from Penelope Puddle and Musings of A Puddlist In B.C.

Because the state of our planet is the most pressing issue of our time, link up and learn about the  Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) Report.

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