3 in 1 Sanity

And what of this consideration
this disturbance
a clash of confronting wills
moving with the flow 
even as options beg attention

A sense of indecision
like the clouds
of one’s ether
rising convergent

Opposites
yin and yang
hot and cold
struggle against

The 1 of sanity

Just as clouds might burst
so too the boiling kettle
may spew its residual
the whistle warning
like lightening afar
the eruption may be near

What of our own gray and blackstone engineer
passing over
the pressure never blowing
accepting not
understanding maybe
considering yes

Disturbance

Nature ever playful
unpredictable
patterns of behavior
for it to know
for us to explore

YESTERDAY
Disturbance awaited…

Just as Nature reinvents itself continually
so too the human mind
Freud’s 3 in 1 of sanity
plays upon one’s own cycle

Patterns connect
dismantle
find new tributaries
all for the quest to
accept
understand
or
perhaps remain anesthetized

Oh, to sleep
to escape incessant profundity of reason
while crickets voice
a lull for the void

Struggle we must
to vanquish this nightmarish noise
allow angelic melody its rightful time
stifle echoes unbridled
breath deep the purified air of repose

But sleep is deprived
restless racket abounds
one’s solipsistic quicksand
forever remaining the glue
solvents of truth
struggle to dissolve

A morning’s sunlight
breaks curtained exile
crickets sleep
alarm bells beckon
our program responds

TODAY
Disturbance awaits…

Awakened
actions once more warrant thought
this voice
now loud at the dog
next screeching at traffic
followed by outbursts on fellow workers

We speak loud
sometimes nonsense
sometimes warnings
other times acquiescence
anything to escape

Just as some would believe
Freud’s id cares not of
ego’s comfort
while ego patronizes or
accepts super ego’s moral compass

So too
others see their vessels freely afloat
anchored not by theory once heavy
rather taking rarified readings
attached to precarious acceptance
trusting instinct as Nature’s pure logic

Yes
Freud thought he had
the answer
but alas
in such a world
das es
thinks little of
das ich
and das über-ich
seldom is awakened

TOMORROW
Disturbance awaits…

To either conquer
or surrender
all for a contemporary time
where absent
morals
ethics
and simple decency
our narcissist smothered
Super Ego hangs by tenuous
yet principled strands

But fail
it cannot
for while
id forever massages
our mulish ego
super ego continues weaving the
tapestry of reason and conscience

Waiting

And

Trusting