Poem: Figuring Out

Our minds are the dynamic canvases of our divine. Whether they are made on their own or our making, we still can’t figure them out. Times fly, yet their enigma remains.

Poem: FIGURING OUT

A metaphoric image of the mind

Stillness stifles my soul
A thoughtless mind laid barren
Mindscape is transformative
From a barren land
To a fertile, green plain
From a deep, dark, mazy cavern
To an open meadow with sunshine

Sometimes as vast as the sky
Where thoughts soar like a breeze
Sometimes still and silent
Like the motionless, deep lake
Frozen and frigid like the Arctic lakes
Beyond the reach of mere mortals
Yet melting with that little warmth
Yielding to the mild sunshine
And twirling and giggling
A youthful rapid in unhinged flow

Somewhere, a calm before the storm
A broody, grey mood sets in
Whipping up a bone chilling silence
Rising waves of anger
Lashing against the walls inside
A tempestuous affair passes
Leaving remnants of its wrath

Many seasons have passed
Now the grey beard remains
A dynamic kaleidoscope
My mind I have never fathomed
It must be the same for us many
That we live our lives without
Figuring them all out, ever.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024

“Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.”
― George Orwell, 1984