Im down to the tenebrous cords that bind this place; still, the moon is up there, its own weaving a central part of our dawning of consciousness, the other planets, too have their effect; and when my eyes shut, or my feet run over grass, or theres a solar eclipse, midnight, anytime; theres a shutting and an opening that the world has mastered, nature; a floodgate of pain, a cesspool of desire, then the gradual easings of the psychological, physiological responses; stasis, then. But then the world tumbles, that first accident reoccurs, and the weight, the pulling force of gravity and bodies moving together create less space; more condensed; the atmospheres collapse! And whats this we see living in outer space? Advanced alien beings whove built their own ecosystems, streamlined forests, a veritable Ark with all the animals occupying it. And there is only ever telepathic exchange; mind to mind, group mind, there are ceremonies concretizing these effigies, these egregores -- and long ago weve stamped out the bad memes, the toxic ideas; though suffering is still an intrinsic part of life, we use it as fuel and our art is made of it -- we can recognize an individuals state by their art, their coolness, equanimity or lack thereof. Hoping that youd come has come to an unfruitful repose, under the peach tree, ripe dark and succulent the way they stain your being. Just one. Thats all Ill ever need. But are we talking about the same thing? Theres communication, a very high percentage of it miscommunication, and Im just blowing my horn! Chugging like a train to my destination. But I look out the windows. Watch the ants go by. Surreal. Its all Ill ever need.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 10:42:20 +0000
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