Writing to see what there is to see...
I start with something far off
always in relationship with a deep wisdom
my consciousness glimpses
my ego attaches
What to do today?
An almighty question
that can leave me bedridden
A thoughtless mind gets up to see what the day has served before them
the mind hums on
Externalise the mind through a constant stream of information flowing forth from a colourful screen.
I tap into words
a deep pool of absurd wonder
to see what meaning can be made
for it is the meaning I make that must be placed under the microscope for close inspection
it tells a tale
shows the tint of the window from where my perspective looks
many layers of colours
masks of madness
but are we all mad when madness is the mainstream?
My fears of madness subdued by the systemic delusion
pasting parts of the past over my only window
NCP's playing roles with nobody home
talk of being woke blinds us with yet another identity to attach our ego
funny static intelligence realising its been playing LEGO past its used by date
time brought into question as waves break over and over the shoreline
Stake in the meat is only a splinter in the finger
fucked forever as the buddhist speaks
life is suffering therefore today is awesome
Watch the pain like a movie coz the Trevali don't feel it or fear it
they just swim in the emotional flow of it all
chasing hot and cold
gravity pulls them back into their world as we sink down beneath it all
cannot escape the emotions with conceptual drawl
the mind rattles on
Are you still talking?
What is it you are saying?
The mind continues to play trivial pursuit as the heart bursts in frustration of communication
I love you
you can feel it if you just simply
with your whole body
with all your senses
it doesn't make sense
so don't even try