Mind

There’s this field of flowers in our mind

Cerebellum cereus, bloom of the night

coordinates the muscles to the dance

of a dandelion endurance

Temporal lobed pig’s ears listen to a rush

Of coloured memories or

Dark stained Helebores with that

Sunny centre to get back to hoping and

Wanting a new day.

Navigator beetle in the dung

Shifts through wasted thoughts

Of sad refrain

To a Parietal lobe

Of celestial wonder

In that blue star milk weed

Alert to imagining

Front of the line frontal lobe

Forget me Nots say hello

Pining for a little "see me please"

And "love me dear"

From the occipital looking glass.

Oh mind

Mind what you think

Mind how you feel

Water those thoughtful seeds

With a river of peace

Think a bouquet

Feel the dancing tulip bells

Ringing Harrah

We can push the sky away

Life is here

In the seeds and pods

Sprout me something

New and

Beautiful

That’s real

And deep

And challenging

And alive.