ST67 ... i know nothing
you see so much
The more i know the more i know i don't and somehow i know that too, so why would i have any fear at all? If you truly don't know anything for certain then there is absolutely no point to fear anything at all, but i lie, i know too much….too much flying inside this entity i call me. Memory is as false as the interpretation of reality, nothing truly is real…. we make it all up and then are condemned to live it thru..there must be someway out of here, out of this dilemma, out of this home made matrix. Some go to the cave, some to the mountain, some take drugs, some meditate their life away, some keep busy and avoid it all, most don't know anything and act like they know it all.
A chick comes flying thru the air with her feminine scent smelling like a disaster, she looks so fake you want to slam her up against the wall and frame her for all to view… but you look the other way and then you see another, a man laughing so hard you can feel the misery of the ages…. out the window i gaze, a couple of crows flop thru the wind like a comedy in a paradise… a schlocky 70's tune slides across the room, 'more than a feeling'… you take a sip of coffee and wonder, 'what the fuck am i doin here', … ‘so long marianne,’ take a breath deep and it all leaves, calm observation takes over. Life is weird and fine for most of the time.
On the world view, the main media has got the herd in a state of disbelief, chaos, fighting faking forging their thoughts to the limits.. possibly this is a wake up call. The world is either going down hard, harder or wo-mankind is going to save the day. Nature has a way, the mother of all life demands that one surrenders their intellect, ego, their long held matrix of beliefs to enter her. It's tricky. There are gurus, shamans, leaders, and quacks. Ultimately there is only one way with a trillion roads.
It is up to you, die alive as often as necessary, focus, listen, observe, keep walking.
I went down thru the tunnels of puddles, up thru the clouds, i fell into the ditches, i crawled out of every scene they and i had put me thru. I am free, free, chained to the day. Time is almost still, i can feel the shadows disappear, the long roads are coming to an end, the love in my eyes is the love in the fields. I have disappeared, vanished without a trace, nothing i see remembers me… the waters rush by, the sound is white, the day is flickering night, patterns constantly moving to the beat of a drum, all form in pure harmony transforming thru infinity like one. The distance is near, i see everywhere from one point of view all is. In the twilight of my mind, home is change, the end is close, the beginning is endless.
She moved across my heart with her golden hair flowing across the winds of words like curved space winding around realities of illusions as faint as falling mist. I stood there perplexed, still, watching my heart fade to the sounds emanating between the trees of this silent forest. There is nothing to hide, nothing to present to the self, there is no answer waiting for rewards, no direction to paradise. You are not stranded, there is no place to be, there is no one to become, life is free, the sky is open, the road is dead…. you belong to nothing but the light glimmering shimmering off the leaves of the trees, the shallow air brushing across your cheeks, the slight sounds of whispers in the breeze, you are free, you know nothing…. i see so much.
Buy me a coffee
WeyWord Times / All Writing and Images by Patrick Wey
Hang Me Up Somewhere…. Images
If you have found yourself wandering around down here, great, do me a favour; if you enjoyed these words and images…. let me know, spread them out a little. It really does help. The price of time is strangling and i’m hanging upside-down amidst it all. Thanks for watching…..
From Donna Dahl <askdonnadahl@gmail.com>
Hi Patrick,
Of course, the more we know, the less we know. It seems a ratio of equality that continues to expand with each new learning. You are a dear and brilliant man who has changed the way I look at things. Things but need to have the lens through which we see them adjusted for clarity and brightness. You have a keen eye and an open heart. I often wish your writing came with more rays of optimism. I want to feel inspired by your work. May this holiday season be one filled with hope for a bright tomorrow and may your journey through 2024 exceed your expectations.
Merry Christmas, Patrick.
Sincerely, Donna Dahl
Interesting, very powerful, 'reality' is certainly challenging, fictions within fictions, illusions wrapped around illusions, everything is a lie and the black mirror sucks so many in, the constant barrage of the 'matrix' bullshittery pulling us this way and that, trying to override our knowing, distract the spirit, disconnect it, but imagination has incredible power. Awake and aware we navigate the labyrinth over and over again, till we finally remember the way out...