of my mind
our minds we have private rooms, silent places,
for our most vivid memories, imagination and dreams.
The mind is the glue that holds our worlds together,
how good we know the way to these enigmatic inner places, we go there when we have memories to keep alive.
These rooms within us are complex, rich, rewarding,
meaningful layers of memory we will always return to.
Between birth and dead we collect intuitions of a gaze,
we store forgotten dreams, waiting to be re-dreamed.
The mind is the pilot who navigates us trough our mental sky, to visit the déja vu places and to give us reasons to dream.
Dr. Hugo Heyrman
( ( ( motions of the mind ) ) )