Death of my mind’s a fiction I’ll never see; each morning I awaken in a new reality!
milifend: new word encapsulating all life in mind?: mi-life-nd!
milifend: the life you fill your mind with will be the mind you fill your life with.
Nightly flying free, N returns with me: morning media-induced NTSD: Neverending Traumatic Stress Disorder!! (instead of PostTSD)
The above were fitted for colurful backgrounds on Facebook.
If you liked them there’s lots more similar in my latest books; more epic classic but hopefully not as good, as that’ll mean I’m still improving, and progressing towards some even greater insights/truths!?
Lot of info about dog and cat senses compared to humans in this story about whether they can sense illness etc. A Salem witch also provides an alternative viewpoint of the zone/hypnagogic state I have enjoyed being in while exercising, writing, socialising etc but hadn’t heard before: Laurie Cabot said our minds align with animals when we’re in that middle daydreaming state between sleep and thought where animals are most of the time. William Shatner calls that state the alpha, with delta: sleep and beta: alert.
It’s also the place where I write the best of what I call coffilosophy here.
Last night, a few days after writing it, but probably long after they filmed it, I saw a Countryfile feature on diving with seals on the BBC describe exactly that: how time seems to stand still in those precious moments.
This is how this small poem developed to fit a colourful Facebook background; the editing fits with the poetry advice I remember reading, to take out all unnecessary words, so that everything is vital.
As my generation ripened and matures we may think the orchard ages with us, but we are not trees, and other fruit will follow, as we sprouted from seasons of yore.
2. We may think the orchard ages with us, but we are not trees, and other fruit will follow, as we sprouted from seasons of yore.
If you like the above, my books are full of advice and examples: