ST111 ... The late moments are arriving, on time...

Sun dangling off the pines...

In the end, they say, it all flashes by in a moment. They say a lot of things. I've heard it all, read it all…. well, enough of it! I'm not living anyones dream. I'm hardly living my own. I've erased them all with realities that stumbled across my luck and lack of it. I have no commitments left; not one, that can be expressed with words.

broken mirrors of what’s gone by / ‘the shadow’ melting into the shadows

I am on my own. The night is not alone, the day is not without ‘the shadow’. The shadow melts into the shadows. There is always light present, it alone is pure. There is nothing to worry about. I am no one, really, just a medley of thought wavering in realms of a mystery.

When the morning arrived i was on my knees begging for forgiveness for all of mankind, every thick cluster of thought strangling the nature of things. I got up and walked into the mirrors and faded across the afternoon. Sun dangling off the pines, waters brushing up against the shores. I was truth spreading itself into itself. A loop of love endlessly swirling everywhere at once forever. 

My mind escaped the pressure of the times, the wars, the medical evils, the logic-data machines and their futures. I was alone, free, thought quivering about like a breeze. I am therefore i am, nothing more.

mirrors conversing with quivering light

I see us all desperately demanding something to believe in, anything, perfect, adequate. We are belief. Without it we are minds without a home, without a purpose, without meaning, without time. Logic as thought in time, reason as the clock within the mind. It is the realm of man to play in thought, to bind it into more of itself, stretch it across the universe, stamp it with identity and direction and cluster it into feelings and emotions of spirit, energy. Mans brain is a few octaves higher than other species; apes, dolphins, ravens, octopuses….. but we are drowning in conceit an octave low… that’s my arrogant observation.

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