Matter of Choice

What’s the matter? Gray matter. White matter. Black matter. How about pink? 

What colour represents the mind? How about shapes? How about wings?

Is the mind free to fly or bounded by the mental construct of its own cage? 

How much do the known and the familiar reinforce one’s comfort zone? 

So what is this about? A matter of perspective, and thus, choice. 

Altered mind states often present glimpses of the unlocked door. 

Spread your wings, birdie. Look for your opening. Fly.