Mind bursts
...out of the skin of itself
ever expanding through growth
and metamorphosis.
Dawning concepts stretch its sinews
curiosity, play, idle ponderings
flex its muscles.
As with any mortal entity,
it breathes, fluxes, pulses, stretches
responding to, entrained with
its inner prompts and outside circs,
amounting to some greater whole,
animate. A creature in its own right
walking with me.
It articulates body-speke
in sacred equanimity
- a disparate partnership,
but workable with respect.
It can go awry, out of kilter
getting lost when it fails to listen
to the whisper of muscle on bone
telltale aches in the belly or head
the rustle of neural traffic
or internal signalling.
Bereft at being unheard.
Love-lorn it may go awol,
in innerly resentment and denial;
deft in juggling rationale and polarity,
in the panic of being disregarded,
it rebels: Look at me! I exist! I need!
Abandoned child, derelict,
forsaken, unseen lover.