The Back of My Mind

In the back of my mind there is a vision that I see all the time. It is not a vision of wealth, health, youth, or power. I envision a blossoming flower surrounded by a pristine landscape. Rolling hills finish the vision. Hills that touch the blueness of the sky and the whiteness of the clouds. Not far in the distance, a fast-running stream flows. Its crystalline water is as refreshing to drink as it is clear and clean. The vegetation of the landscape is radiant and well-nourished. The rains that fall upon it are as pure as the beginning of time.

In the back of my mind, I see a door that I am compelled to enter. A door without fixtures supported by walls having no dimensions. The unspoiled landscape appears and disappears like fingers of a beckoning hand. It blinks before my mind. It calls me from as far away as a whisper. At the same time, it comes ever nearer. The whisper is nearer than a song of love and companionship in my heart. It endears itself to me as a call without voice. It is a sensation of many wonderful feelings.

Metacognition escapes me when trying to understand the flowery vision in the back of my mind. So persistent it is as I am thinking of many other things. As comforting as it is persistent is the flower of my mind that balances my thoughts. These thoughts are not ones I am actively thinking of. Still, they are always there, hidden away. Only a kiss in the dark can reveal them. A kiss in the dark shows me more than a fantasy. It reveals a dream. It embodies the acquiescent nature of flowery persuasions.

Within the corncob of my head, there is a flower. It blooms, growing taller and stronger with every moment. It leaves no thought upturned. It becomes an intimate friend with my dearest wishes. It feels like the other side of another side that all comes together in my mind. The flower is so clear. It seems in the back of my mind. This clarity renders all arguments of illusions as theoretically impossible. Hence, I accept my flowery vision as a reality coming to form. Coming to form in the mental that will soon manifest itself in the physical of my world.

In the back of my mind there is a vision that is closer than my next thought is to me. There is a vision of a blossoming flower in a stand-alive gorgeous landscape. The windows of the heavens protect and nourish it. My future is in the leaf carried by a gentle breeze that settles at the base for the blossoming flower. At the base of the blossoming flower, it cradles and shades. It gives all the loving sustenance it needs to thrive. This extends even beyond space, time, and mind.