Elusive strings, ever present,
of images or feelings or desires,
ride my inside reality without pause.
Some in the background,
some loudly out front
forming and convulsing
pulsating right above my eyes
inside my mind
appearing unannounced
from seemingly nowhere.
It occurs to me then
that it’s ME who creates them
and forms my reality from their essence:
The building blocks of my life
spark by spark
brick by brick
soft ribbon by soft ribbon
prodding me to take note:
What beliefs are reflected in their expression?
What beliefs of mine?
I sort through what birthed the ideas
I have held since forever,
unraveling those that swept alongside me
without notice.
Do I like what I see?
Swirls inside my mind
build a framework vast and open.
I command it at my will!
As they wait for more input
They submit fully to just me.
What is it I aim to create?
I am the master
of
joy or misery
love or anger
wisdom or waste
by thought alone -
I must tread carefully!
While our ideas:
all of ours together,
paint
the entirety of the universe
as it expands
into eternity.
(c) 2019 Iris B. Struller