The Toughest Nut Poem by Patti Masterman

Once you crack the tough nut of the psyche-
That buried, overripe tart fruit,
Be prepared for much more to erupt
Than a single nut casing could ever contain;
For the psyche resembles a bubble universe
Formed under extreme stress of impossible pressures
Existing only for a limited duration
Before being reabsorbed
By the greater surrounding ocean.

It can admit or deny any truth it's confronted with
Can people itself with primordial monsters
Or amazing miracles that don't touch the ground at all
But nothing of it can live forever or live again
It is a selection for the life inhabiting it
In the time frame of that life's course.

That environment nourishes only a single mind
Which roves at whim between different levels:
Sailing between the highest subtle strata of infinite substance
And the abasement of utmost corruption and degradation
It mirrors perfectly what we have made of our ourselves on the inside
In the Russian-doll structure that matter is wont to adhere to.