Saturday, July 6, 2013

Our Google Mind



Our choices bring us to the here and now
The paths we took, the decisions we made
Most happen as a natural flow
Shared decisions, or those dictated by our moral compass
But when we look back at the key, vital decisions
These choices set us on a definite road

If we view our personal map
Particularly the intersections of change
A diary of our decisions become clear
Look at the landmarks in time
How would a change in direction have affected?
Where would we be now? What if?

The brain sometimes works like Google maps
Plug in a memory and zoom right in
Change from road maps to street view
See all the intersections, the facades…
Drop into the scene, spin the perspective
It is all there – a snapshot in time

Yet even though we try to view differently
Things are still from our perspective
What we saw, how we heard…
The memory picture we took!
Oh, to be able to go back, see the other side
Would we be receptive?

So many pivotal decisions made quickly
Sometimes in the heat of the moment
Some moments, we need to pile on the justification
Obviously right because of A, B, and C
If we could see as an invested observer
Would we dare look?



Steeping Hearts Within a cup



A mother’s heart, a tea bag
Brew from heaven in a cup

Roses bloom, for china lips
Memories lingering in sips

Across the table she shines
Time twisted, moon twines

Hesitation in evening’s kiss
Never to part, never to miss

An envelope sealed in love
Leaves floating from above

To sit where angels rehearse
Poetry embracing every verse

Delicate, the moments in fire
All that destinies will inspire

A mother’s heart, a tea bag
Brew from heaven in a cup



Night Moves



When by the passing time unbound
When left alone to roam the night
When my own steps the only sound
When darkness fights gainst lunar light

When whispering winds the only noise
When my eyes naught but darkness seek
When all in spite resounds a voice
When I can hear my own mind speak

When nothing’s left to anchor me
When my own thoughts are all there is
When been cast out feels only free
When desolation seems like bliss

Then only can true colors show
Then no disguise weighs down my soul

Written By Amber Wilson 2013