Making Things Clear

The Bliss Of Intellectual Calamity

What I need is wide open blue magical sky.
My pink engines are revved up and ready to go
To the heights of excitement for reaching my dream.
In my world above chaos my reign is supreme.
In the vastness of space I’m the only ego.
The unknown locked within me I must satisfy.

To do that, there’s no effort. Abundance of fuel
I can always rely on. What I keep inside
Is for me to examine and process alone.
Then it can be expressed well, and I may atone
For unkindly behavior in ultimate pride.
The alternative is to remain as a fool.

The unconscious compulsions and habits ingrained
In the whole of my being, I have access to
When I’m deep in seclusion. But staying too long
Would do harm. Isolation in essence is wrong.
To share love with others is the right thing to do.
Delving into my dream world cannot be restrained.

Awareness psychological of the content
Of the fertile subconscious is worth taking flight.
Channeling higher sources is possible there.
Wisdom through intuition surpasses compare.
And what is of most value I’ll bring to daylight.
I am much better off having made the ascent.

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