Thought out and felt in

 Theres a cauldron in the mind
and one in the heart
A few ingredients that long to be combined
and then consumed

There's a rope out of the head
and out of the heart
We hold onto it under the misconception
that it might carry us out toward richer realms

There's a path through our mind
and one in the heart
that if followed on the face of the earth
could angle like a smile

If you fail to prepare the feast
hungry eyes and mouths shining toward the fears of the father
the sweet remnants of the cauldrons sauces
To remind us of the past times that may no longer sustain us

There is a longing in the mind
and one in the heart
that avoids heaven and hell
surveying purgartory

The high ceilinged tent
that fits many modes of life
each a bubble shrinking and expanding with egos and conflict
each with it's own hundred species of colorful circus dramas

The membrain of the bubble concentrated and solidified thought residue
Evidence of feeling invisible yet incredibly real like gas inside a balloon