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The Mind’s Cornfield

Dreaming deeply on this dark, dank, frigid-cold night,
My spirit-body walks freely in this place of solitude—
The Mind’s Cornfield, where fantasy and reality are one.

In this place, free from mortal constraints and strife,
One can see and speak to spirits of those now dead,
And to those whose souls wander around aimlessly.

These spirits know of my still-mortal connection to
The earthly plane and are sometimes confused by my
Wandering presence with them in this vast cornfield.

I believe these spirits sense a form of hidden conflict
In my own spiritual body manifested perhaps by a 
Tragic event impacting my soul from a former life.

I have learned over time there are others like me who
Are still mortally-connected to our human world, but
Who choose to walk about in this place of solitude.

Questions abound: Why does this netherworld exist?
What is its true purpose? Will the wandering spirits
Move on? Will they find the peace they are seeking?

And with this—I wake up again and find myself centric
In this mortal world of human creatures who are made 
In the very keen, like-image of Almighty God Himself.

I can’t help but feel a psychic-style influence with this 
Image of a mental cornfield in the chasm of one’s mind.
The soul’s bond to the ethereal world may be the key.

Situations like this call for a real mystical awareness of 
How one thinks, what one sees, and what one perceives— 
In this finite mortal world that defines us as human beings.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 29, 2018 (Tercet)

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