Inversion - a mind fuck
HEART OVER MIND
DESTINY OVER COMFORT
When I levitate into awe-filled spaces of spontaneous abandon
I go to my calendar to pull my feet back to earth
But that trip off grounding sounds awfully similar to destiny
And the comfort of earth smells like stagnation
Destiny : air, as comfort : earth
Don’t allow the calendar to restrict
Which the thinking mind craves
Know the expecting heart moves freely
Because knowledge is blind
Expectation : heart, as thought : mind
Destiny : expectation, as comfort : thought
Heart : destiny, as mind : comfort
When you poem yourself into a mind fuck:
You title a poem about following destiny, Heart Over Mind.
Destiny is the desired destination, because it is necessary to relinquish your comfort craving mind.
Then the metaphor slaps you in the face.
Heart over mind. Feet over head.
Tumbling forward. Head over heals.
Falling in love.
An accidental comparison of destiny, expectation, and falling in love.
I know I will fall in love.
This was foretold.
And I just fore-foretold it back. Meta.
Falling in love puts your feet over your head
And your heart over your mind
And if you put you heart’s expectation over your mind’s thoughts..
the Journey brings you to destiny
And my destiny is love
I must invert