It’s like the continent of Australia is hidden beneath our cognitive skills

It’s like the continent of Australia is hidden beneath our cognitive skills

You drop beneath your rational map
Where mental skills go clack, clack, clack

Where cognitive is all straight-lining
& cerebral is fact-defining

Beneath the floor where robots rave
Within an ineffectual haze

You drop, you drop, right off the charts
Into a wise and feeling heart

And deeper down into the gut
You leave behind the group mind rut

To stride across primordial lands
Of lizards, snakes and desert sands

Of koala bears and kangaroos
& ancient chants with didgeridoos

There’s instinct here that’s planet large
& spirit fierce that’s hyper-charged

You learn to ‘be’ with all yourself
& enter in, to conscious wealth

To think and act with all you are
Upon your cockatoo guitar

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The title is a saying and the poem reflects on the saying.

The poet discovers that beneath his world of ‘cognitive skills’ lies an infinitely larger land, like that of ‘the continent of Australia. The awakening process takes the poet from the small world of (the egos) ‘cognitive skills’ into the vast and primordial depths of the Self.

Note; the saying doesn’t dismiss ‘our cognitive skills’ but points to the vast and primordial land the poet is entering.