A Trip To Within
Once in awhile, if I have the time.
I go down into the mine.
Rather, I should say: Into the mind.
‘Mind tripping’, to say it kind.
An introspective trip to within.
Somewhere I’ve rarely been.
It can be scary when you first go in.
But, soon, I am easily remembering when.
if I have been there, it is a traveled path.
If not, it can make me laugh.
Sneaking around in my own thoughts.
Wondering what the next thought brought?
I come to a door marked THE ID.
Caused me to almost flip my lid.
I recalled the movie “Forbidden Planet.”
Monsters from THE ID, taken for granted.
No, that’s not for me. I turn away from that.
Maybe a look at emotions is where it is at.
It is warm and cozy in here.
Lots of love. very little fear.
I look in the ‘past experiences’ file.
No, I am not in denial.
This is a tough file to review.
Some still hurt. There are a few.
Next, I look at past memories.
A little dusty in here. But, it is friendly.
Needs a little cleaning. Some files are lost.
I need to retrieve some at any cost.
I check current files. All are sharp & fresh.
Nothing here to any excess.
An alarm. What could that mean?
Sound from outside. Sounds like a machine.
I open my eyes and see my wife.
She is running a vacuum. What a life.
Try to have quiet time for self inspection.
But, am disturbed by noise and affection.
————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)