Windmills of your Mind

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While reading a post reblogged by bearspawprint entitled unique nature landscapes: moonlit kingdom by eyes of odysseus, I was reminded of the awesome picture above I had come across on Star Walk for iPad: Star trails in the southern hemisphere taken by Sebastian Voltmer.

By now the cogs of my mind were locking into place as I remembered the lyrics for Windmills of your Mind, a favourite of mine from my childhood:

Round
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel
like a snowball down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
like a carousel that’s turning
running rings around the moon

like a clock whose hands are sweeping
past the minutes of its face
and the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind!

like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its own
down a hollow to a cavern
where the sun has never shone,
like a door that keeps revolving
in a half forgotten dream,
or the ripples from a pebble
someone tosses in a stream

like a clock whose hands are sweeping …

keys that jingle in your pocket
words that jangle in your head
why did summer go so quickly?
was it something that you said?
lovers walk along a shore
and leave their footprints in the sand

is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
pictures hanging in a hallway
and the fragment of this song
half remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?

he: when you knew
that it was over
you were suddenly aware
that the autumn leaves were turning
to the color
of her hair!

she: when you knew
that it was over
in the autumn of goodbyes
for a moment
you could not recall the color
of his eyes!

like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning reel

as the images unwind
like the circles
that you find
in the windmills of your mind!

Songwriters: / Bergman, Alan / Bergman, Marilyn
The Windmills Of Your Mind lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

Freedom

Rose Bay at dusk

as the sun goes down colours fade away

I could be labelled as stocky and having footballers’ legs. I have a sedentary job yet my legs are chunky and strong.

Today began as an uphill struggle. My mind was closed, shutters were held fast by the workings of my brain. The effort of movement appeared to be too much; it would have been so much easier to give up, have a coffee and continue the day as it had begun. I consciously continued with my morning exercise until doors and barriers in my brain began to open and clear. The distractions of my clothing being too tight, the droning music of the gym and thoughts of things I needed to do at work today slowly receded leaving gaps to allow the spring of my mind to unwind. Gradually my thoughts turned to freedom, inner space and time to breath. Glimpses of heaven on earth flowed through my spirit in the form of sunshine, blue skies and green lands.

This is my inner space that Ekhart Tolle described in his book A New Earth. I have attempted many times to find this place by practicing yoga and meditation. The outside distractions always left me with a feeling of being unfulfilled. I now know that for me the path to freeing my mind is through repetitive, mindless exercise. It facilitates my connection with an ancestral past that required the use of my legs to survive.

Thank you Depicted Prophet http://depictedprophet.com/ for sharing ‘The Story of Your Enslavement’. This provided me with the catalyst to draw the threads of my thoughts together and to understand freedom of my mind at least.