The twisted workings of the mind
As it grapples for keys to secret doors
That lead to knowledge sensed
From places and times unseen.
Scrambled attempts to untangle
The web of experience from the confines
Of the inadequate consciousness.
In dreams, in secret thoughts and musings
It taps lightly on the window of awareness,
Waiting for the veil to lift,
Probing for some hint of enlightenment,
Some encouragement that eyes can see.
Nagging, hovering, whispering, pausing,
Provoking the sleeping shadows.
Each knot untangled brings forth
A new stream of light, a new realization.
Each moment of clarity illuminates a path
That leads to expansion.
Each dot connected, each puzzle solved,
Each knowing that comes unquestioned
Polishes rust from the key that unlocks
The door to the hidden mirror.
©2006 Carol Digou