Etchings Ethereal
by Odin Roark

Mind relying on perception’s compass,
knows how tensile its airless life,
its sponge-like essence submerged, purged,
and submerged again.

Its porous surface remains perpetually exposed,
receiving trickled bits and tsunami-rushes,
all to be managed,
reformed for other shores,
sent afloat to become another mind’s discovery.

How simple its existence.

From droplets few,
imagination spurs cups to overflow,
awakening learning’s knowing nature,
navigating choices ever floating,
urging currents engrave messages ashore,
freeing yesterday’s impressions
to become tomorrow’s ebb and tide perceptions.

So it goes.

The world of mind ever changing by what it gathers,
expressing with amorphous vaguely
its often enigmatic reasoning,
determined to find logic’s landfall
where layering wisdom
settles upon surfaces, air
and hearts in want.

Such is the cycle of synaptic travel,
often biding its time,
refusing to be forgotten,
patiently nurturing its many shadows of unrest,
knowing life’s unbound consciousness
exists only to empower infinity’s mantle
with more etchings ethereal.