The more the creative process is considered the greater the level of complexity plumbed. Although you can be creative and never wonder why. The poem 'Mind Control' is not about others controlling our minds but about how much control our minds have over us, in the realm of creativity.
Mind
Control
There’s nowt so queer as the human mind
it’ll take yer places yer nivver thowt you'd find
with companions possessing strange abilities,
passing to you developing facilities.
Breathing
in watter so yer can swim wi’ dolphins,
growing wings so yer
can soar with avians,
readin’ minds ter identify yer foes,
healin’ hands to aid those with woes.
In the deep chill of the dark night,
the mind controls the path of your flight,
the conscious and moral compass stilled,
gives freedom to visit where it willed.
Pullin’ together events of the days,
intertwinin’ actions in unique ways,
the mind at the height of creativity,
beyond the comprehension of standard reality.
Enjoy the depth of the freedom given,
of earthly
forces the mind is riven,
explore
the created moments deeply,
safe in semi-conscious
being, sleepily.
© David L Atkinson January 2025
God Bless
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