The Mind: From the Recesses of the Mind

From the recesses of the mind
Eternal darkness flows
Like recurrent waves of black water,
Bouncing against the hard rocks of time.
The friction creates a faint mist,
That rises high above the water
Bouncing about, wherever it chooses to go.
A fresh, pure, white foam
Dances lightly across the water
Re-imaging and re-creating,
In its own light and shadow,
While in reality, actually reflecting the light
Emanating from the recesses of the mind.
What lies deep within the mind
Waits to be sifted out like flour,
Needing to be refined
And re-defined again by stress,
Raised above what is,
Or what at first appears to be,
But in reality, is not.
It has to be gently roused
In order to be actualized
Or fully realized,
Yes, fully awakened from within.
There is always a silent yearning for more depth,
Another explicit exposition,
Or a second revelation
Of majestic proportions and difference,
Even though from the very beginning,
At first, it appears to be lying deep within defiance
And the total deafness of the deep.
The dark water mode appears to be locked in time
Or at best, in some unknown place;
At least, so it would seem.
It cannot emerge as utter darkness.
It won't allow truth to awaken
Without first hammering itself
With all its might and power
Upon its own inherent blackness.
It's own internal friction
Is forever creating;
While re-creating as light,
Its own exposure to be revealed
From the deep recesses of the mind.
The genuine realm of discovery
Lying forever dormant
Until the master key of time
Allows the unlocking of its doorway,
The sudden emergence,
And inevitable divergence,
Giving freely the gift of room,
Allowing the new leaven to rise
Above its own black waters,
From the recesses of the mind.

Can this be insight into the working of the human mind?