I find when I'm alone with my thoughts
questions arise
why do we only use roughly 10-14% of our brains potential

what if we could use more?

Say perhaps, most of it

what hidden secrets could we unlock?

could we hold entire conversations without saying a word?

I sit and ponder in my time alone,
are we part of a human collective conciousness that we have yet to rediscover
all our past, present and futures intertwined though at present we are too ignorant to the fact to accept it,

But...

what if we do and we move toward understanding how exactly the unconcious mind works ,
are dreams we have clues to something larger that we simply pass off as "silly dreams"merely because we cannot comprehend what we are being told?

Here we are in the 21st century and still we do not understand where our minds/concious being  goes when we are put under anesthesia,
we simply are not there!

I for one find this a topic of immense wonder

It has been proven that while under the influence of powerful mind altering drugs that certain portions of the brain seem to be "unlocked"
and register off the charts
Anyway just one of the things I like to ponder when I'm alone with my thoughts.

Poetry
       Is
          THERAPY
                   For
               The
         Soul!
          

  And not as expensive!

Among the canopy of trees
I sit and I watch

The monkees make trouble
the mice tease the hawks

In my jungle
nothing is as it seems

The sky ends somewhere
below in the streams

King of my jungle
I watch the sun set

It burns toward the ocean
where it gets wet

It dries then it rises
only to get wet then set

Under the moon
where predators prowl

They lurk in the shadows
and call with a howl

Silently they stalk
on padded paws through the leaves

They creep through the darkness
they wind through the trees

Target in sight
they move in for the ****

The pack springs from the shadows
and each eat their fill

Moon obscured
erased by the clouds

Again to the shadows
return hunting hounds