I seek peace within the silence & find joy
inside the noise
Both are deafening in a way but the vision is
sharpened as they're on par
Some scars will drift toward the surface once
true immersion has been employed
The distance between opposing poles is close
but oh so far
The inner world is liquid in a sense with various
waves of liquid thoughts
Your malleable dreams solidify based on strength &
the intent
Some nightmares can slip between the cracks
& manifest if not caught
The law cares not which side you sit but there's
no riding on the fence
I'm convinced we're thoughts in God's mind
with the world being his brain
He manifests in different ways as various versions
of himself
We were made in his holy image & we create more
of the same
Everything is a thought coming from you or someone
else's inner self
Peace comes when you accept aspects of the self
that innately have been ingrained
Go with the flow & ride the wave until you've reached
a higher you
Don't swim against the current & waste your time
for opposing self is against the grain
Seek peace in the noise that silence brings & by
listening you'll hear the truth
I lay there immersed in the cosset wrap
skin smoothed into endless
the liquid thoughts on languish endless
a stretch of bone in muscle seeking comfort
finding peace for a moment
peace from the ceaseless jackhammers
leave me be
alone in the warmth of darkness
There is no plague of light
a floating “ I ” in a starless eye
only responds in breath, at one time, breathe
at one time breath
and coverts endless thoughtless
it disappears to fumble with nothing else
and hold distraction worthless
a pocket of solace indeterminate
I would sleep but for the intensity, of darkness
freed from the crash jolts incessant
and bark up this coughing “ leave me be ”
as it strains my palms behind my eyes ………………… !
Melt, melt away
and one time only breathe
the colours vanquished
and the darkness intercepted
Distracted by the silence
a penetrating presence suffuses lasting stillness
leave me be
leave me be
empty out the vault and cluttered
that hammered cripple I drag myself through
at one time the only thought to breathe
perched upon the edged of peace
I lay here
I am there
floating formless of liquidity
let myself of empty rest
in the liquid thought … less
Ah! This rusted brain!
(I lost the instructions too.)
Now, the whir and spin
of cognitive, liquid thoughts,
just grind cogs to snaps of smoke.
Ah! I can't complain!
(Lack of use is true to blame)
TV thoughts do rust
Advertisments do congeal
'till once, what spun, is silent.