Poem 31: Diving Depth

I can speak about Hume, Vygotsky, metacognition, Plato and Aristotle

I can reason backward and forward into the depth of human rationale.

But, there is still deeper. Can I dive in with mind until I reach the bottom?

I hold my breath and look for another cavity to open at the very depth of thought.

My hands feel the edges of my brain until the crack is found.

There is oxygen on the other side of the crevasse,

I breathe in depth, reorient, and enter through the crack

A world opens and the process repeats three, four, 12 times or more. 

At every pool of thought a new depth is found and cracks explored

With each crack a new world entered.

Soon my world is too far away to see. The pools above are too heavy to hold.

Quickly I close the window of thought and look away from the picture I’ve entered.

In silence I remove the pools from existence and return to life.

Then, wanting to conclude, I turn back with new breath, and re-enter.

I wonder: will I ever get lost inside this deep and not resurface?

No, I know the surface too well to become trapped in the play of mind
So delving deep, I will continue, until I, in thought, embrace the movement of the mind
and conclude, in turn, thought's starting point, which asks me: who am I?