Questioning the Critical Mind
Allowing creatives free-flowing spirit go
Take up the mighty pen, dear one; I am here
to push aside, skeptical voices filling head
unbound falsifying documents leading masses,
angels and demons creating storybook fashion
centuries told, held tightly within the fables
mind games fey trickery as if setting out
in search of golden fleece believed to be rammed down
another’s throat, landing amidst stars becoming Aries,
doubting Thomas returning home ventromedial
prefrontal cortex or wherever the shit-storm exists,
quite possibly most taxing general in mind,
Captain incredulous failed attempts at taking charge.
Battlefield of the Mind skeptic versus true believers
ancient tongue spoken thus, still not grasping
illusory acts, forbidden truths, infinite possibilities
rhetorical questions answering antagonists’
last word caught in a vice, lock-jaw clicking
of the mandibular joint rolled so tight,
forcing a really big hit; breathing out
letting go of everything once thought;
Prometheus sent back to Caucus mount
for setting ablaze California’s wildfire nightmarish charm
closing the box to Pandora and jumping jack flash
spinning according to Horatius immortal.
Fear not speaks whispered wisp upon the drums
beating to different tunes, optimistic unquestionable
undeniable truism coursing through the circulatory’s system
free-flowing blood-like ancient guidance from that unspoken
spiritual being, omnipresent unforeseen yesterday’s scoop,
forgotten history no longer gospel of any sentient foretold,
spoken word, not by lips of flesh and centuries-old precept;
declaration of independence, self-realization of another withholding
no longer the case, tied to ribbons around the sacred tree
intertwining, before beginning’s time and the ending’s near,
quondam, being last chapter’s story-line, rewritten great
author giving birth to self-declaration of I Am Here.
~Ani Po
For this piece, I had to sit with it for a long time, allowing both hemispheres to collaborate on how this would play out. After much discernment, pondering here, the wheels began to spin. Being true to the title of this hopefully snappy tune, unleashing creative genius to bend critical thinker’s mind-blowing exorcism and beheading truths.
I was asked to give a dialogue or explanatory verse, but true to the word and purpose of knowing oneself, I am leaving it in the hands of the reader’s interpretation and dissecting critical minds of one another. Releasing and firing of new brain encapsulated neurons.
Thank you as always Diana C. for Day 27 of 30-day Poetry Challenge and for allowing me to ramble.
