The Primordial Mind

The Primordial Mind

Inside the belly of the earth,

All art and song is finding birth

From thirty thousand years of worth.

In paint and sweat and charcoal dust,

There forms the heart of love and lust:

The soul of man which none can trust.

Is modern man to nature blind?

What mysteries were left behind

Stirring our primordial mind?

A collection of poems journeying the human psyche from ancient simplicity to modern complexity.