THE MIND

"The mind manifests itself by looks and words. For the soul is our dwelling place, our eyes are its windows, and our lips are its messengers."

-Kahlil Gibran, The Eye of the Prophet p. 1923

the long lost...

to which we are 

all constantly 

paying 

the cost, 

forever 

indebted 

to that 

we regret, 

so the 

only way 

to move 

forward 

is to have 

none.

are you there?

slow-motion

rain explosion

magma flying, tree-top spying

where i wondered, what happened to you?

where are you now?

where am i?

unplanned eruptions

from bottled darknesses

will you still love me, Hermes?

after darknesses flow, likeness to light 

the same as the opposite, no, opposing is different

straight from the imagination

whirlwinds circling, ever-spiraling

detached and dictated in solitude,

eloquently absent

severely detached from meanings

visitors make appearances

ever reminding of infinity's challenge

may i recall for next time

a mental note, a song

for me, for you and all the unseen

blue spirits and the never dead 

your little talking machines

piles of dusty books

modulating ghosts

speeding nearer

listen close...

the fractals of branches

infinitely complex