Mindscape

MINDSCAPE

Within the confines of my flesh there exists some other world--
A place where secrets are safely kept--
Free, Alive, and allowed to Swirl.
In this place encased in bone
And where I must travel all alone--
  Sometimes to beaches fresh and clear
    Or to other depths, deep and dark...
        To watery graves fraught with fear
        Cold cold places, frigid and stark.

For in my mind, you must see:
All things are both Real and Fantasy.
Neither Time nor Space is clearly Definite,
      For in my Mind, all things are blessedly Infinite.
At Here and There, at once I stand
Dimension has no meaning--
  In Rome or Greece or far-off Land,
The place it matters not, you see--
The Truth is what I'm really seeking.

My vehicle of travel is a universe of water;
Sometimes calm and still and bright;
But mostly though, I must admit,
It churns with rage and horrendous fright.
My mind can be like a seashore: Placid, Still and Fresh.
Where beaches sparkle with water-soft sand that supports my weight and comforts me.
And where on the pleasant berms of rolling sandy hills
I watch the gentle waves lap with puppy-dog licks The landscape of my life.

My mind can be like a tide pool: With waters barely moving.
And where the ebb and flow of past events
Are polished and made whole,
And meaning given to their being.
For in this place I know I'm safe,
Nothing here will harm me.
Small sea creatures swim and play,
And gently etch away the pain of events long past,
So that when their work is through,
The erosion now complete,
My life, when in retrospect viewed--
Reveals clearly not a moment of defeat.

My mind can be like a raging sea: And in It, I will surely drown.
Vicious waves wielding terrible wrath stir up all solid ground.
Frantic currents synapse wildly and cause hideous monsters to now abound.
Giant crustaceans with countless crooked claws
Grab hold my thoughts and keep them captive
Til their savage rape is done.
It is in this place, this awful place;
I never wish to be.
O Lord, please Lord, do come
And set me free.

My mind can be like an ocean: Unpredictable.
Sometimes timid in the morning sun,
Sometimes violent when the day is done.
Sometimes blue, as in the light,
Sometimes black, as in the night.
But all these things I know must be,
For they are the fabric of the Seascape,
The Ocean that makes me, Me.