A sailor on the seas sees swells with wonder;
On land we see what washes on the shore;
A diver plunges 30 meters under;
The deep descends two thousand fathoms more.
Our conscious mind is like the ocean’s surface.
We sense perhaps what’s ninety feet below,
When vivid dreams or daydreams leave their trace,
When hallucinogenic drugs put on a show.
What’s in our brain is covered by a filter,
Removed by smell — remembrance of things past,
Or strong emotions felt from an encounter,
Do work inside to strengthen a synapse.
The upper mind is just the TV screen,
For all occurring deep inside, unseen.