Each time intuition guides the conscious portion of my mind to
Pen a new post, I become aware of my innermost thoughts
Each time intuition guides the conscious portion of my mind to review
That which has already been published, I become aware of my need to
Unscramble thoughts that tend to tangle up with
Repressed emotional reactions that prove to be more conflicted than
My defense system wants me to know, and ...
Having reviewed Post 2018—HEAD ON COLLISION Part 4u
I can clearly see that while penning that post, my processor’s connection to
Logic must have slipped into a vat where conflicting emotions
Swirling round and round, created a stream of consciousness exemplifying
The intelligence of the human mind experiencing a state of inner disarray, which
Remains secreted behind a mask of surface reactions that seem calm to
Others when, in fact, our defense systems prove so well programmed as to
Hide a jumble of emotions from one’s own conscious awareness to
The point of fooling oneself into believing that our connection to
Logical thought is intact when hindsight’s exposure of deeper truth determines
That, for the most part, clarity was absent, and as intuition is signaling
My intelligence to make good use of yesterday’s convoluted state of mind to
Exemplify a train of thought that proved too jumbled to remain on
A logic-based track, we can see how hindsight serves to shine
The spotlight of insight upon subterraneous mental unrest swirling deep within
The subconscious portions of our brains where repressed emotion remains
Coiled in readiness to erupt unless a heightened sense of self awareness, having
Gleaned the wisdom to consciously open the windows of its soul, decides to
Call forth creativity so as to productively release small puffs of
Deeply repressed, impassioned emotion by way of writing, or dancing, or
Singing or painting or gardening or engaging in sports or debate or photography or
Musical instrumentation or sexual satisfaction or the creation of
A culinary feast—all of which are naturally empowered to relieve
Repressed angst from remaining trapped within a tightly coiled
State of being, deep inside our minds and bodies, both of which have need to
Streamline emotional complexity through the air in such a refined manner as to
Please the eye, the ear and the very heart of our spirits’ souls just as
Proves true of a musical instrument that is in need of retuning, from
Time to time, and just as penning lyrics to a sonnet or
Sonata offers listeners a musical rendition of
A poet’s current state of mind, my power of intuition suggests
Preserving the complex composition of yesterday’s post just as it is
As to Will, he is undergoing surgery as intuition occupies
My mind with penning this post, which highlights
Hindsight shining its spotlight of insight upon
The fact that repressed stress is empowered to disrupt
My processor’s connection to logic more than
The conscious portion of my mind may be aware, and
With that thought in mind, common sense suggests
It’s time for today’s train of thought to coast into
A rest station—why?
Because the worrisome nature of these past three weeks
Has tired my cognition more than I’ve chosen to believe, and
Once Will awakens in recovery, I’ll need to feel
Fully alert so as to drive him safely home where, after
Settling him comfortably in bed, I’ll drive to
The pharmacy, fill his prescriptions and return home to
Take good care of his every need in hopes of
Easing his recovery, over these next few days, until
He feels completely well. (Seriously, today’s
Invasive procedure, as explained by the urologist, is
Bound to leave Will’s urinary system feeling
Bruised and achy to say nothing of the burning sensation
He’ll endure while voiding, and having clearly stated
My plan of action for the next several days (which proves as
Logical as it is loving), this post serves as an example of
A stream of consciousness, penned by a rebalanced state of
Mind that’s about to conserve its energy for whatever may
Lie in wait, directly ahead, suggesting why
This is wrap for today ...
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