Deep Image (the Poem)



Deep, deep, deep—deep down in the mind in its many chambers, and corridors is an image crying, and trying to escape; it is a picture of the room your mind sleeps in (in part).

Between the psyche and the spirit, within your being, a leaf of energy, radiates from this one particular room, a room, you do not have its number to…and it only moves, and flows within that room, and it, unfortunately, never sees the day of light, until all three parts of the soul, recognizes God…

Thus, it reminds the hidden man he is, or was (once it is released) you were the one, once upon a time, under the umbrella of un- divine pretence, and you need not wait to be on your deathbed to
adjust your thinking, and reasoning, and to allow your mind to be unguarded for once, to be naked—sort of speaking, and to wipe away those deletions, generalizations, and distortions, to face God shoulder to shoulder, and look him in the eye, to tell your being, there is nothing to hide. So the mind and the deep, deep image, is now free, to bury what needs to be buried, under the sun.

Beware, it leaps and floats and assaults, in its hidden chamber (before it dies and goes to hell, but that’s the reason it fights so hard, it hopes it will awaken you) your subconscious, to wake up your conspicuous conscious, so it can jump over the gap, it does this by creating little earthquakes inside of you, disturbances to off set your system’s balance, and so it remains until God, Himself, puts a stop to it.


1-25-2009 (No: 2558)