Thoughts are doorways into a reality
Which the thoughts themselves
Are only an idea of, a doorway to.
Thoughts are thus infinitely expansive things
Layer upon layer of implication and meaning
And yet, just an idea, an indication
And not the real thing.
All thoughts are like this
Even one as simple as,
“I want to eat cake.”
Since the words and idea
Is not at all the same as the desire itself.
And of course the desire, while real
Is not the cake.
And yet we live in a world of thoughts
About a world which is inherently beyond thought.
Layer upon layer, filling up a space
Which is infinitely fillable
But not just filling,
Furnishing, decorating, enhancing even
In our likeness, the likeness of our desire.
So thoughts are cool
Even when they aren’t and never can be
The real thing.
As they say, the map is not the territory
And thoughts are only how we make our maps.
The territory on the other hand
Is the space at hand.
(10/6/26)
Nothing could be heard
Prepared for bed all alone
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Give silver chalice a rub
Conjuring commitment stone
Nothing could be heard
Curiosity invades
Throwing a bone
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Winter cold soon will arrive
Mumbling a grumbling groan
Nothing could be heard
Outside a crispy leaf drop
Destination known
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Future cannot stop
Google AI on the cell phone
Nothing could be heard
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Wasn’t this new order well described
In some fat books we barely read
But even though, we used to cite
Some lines, as if we’d learned from that
In scheme of things I don’t exist
Conceptualized, generalized
Abstracted for the record sheet
Intentionally set aside
I’m digitized by skin and eye
This could have made a better sense
If I’d be individualized
Not mixed with anybody else
I’m not a nation, not a country
Even my accident of birth
Don’t give them right to bother me
With what they want me to put forth
I do belong to what I choose
It’s my free will, one can’t deny
Just second thoughts I'm used to use
Speak fair enough of who am I
The summer air cools
And the first crickets chirp
In the descending dusk
As dry grass and gravel
Crunch beneath my sneakers
Perched on a stump
A great horned owl
Swivels his head back to look at me
Startling me from scattered thoughts
Of celebrities, financial woes
And childhood nostalgia
We lock eyes for a moment
And before I can reach for my phone
He flies away over the ravine
Leaving me to wonder what
Divinely owlish thoughts
I startled him from in return.
Thoughts are present,
Thoughts are past,
Thoughts drift slowly,
Yet never last.
Thoughts bring laughter,
Thoughts bring pain,
Thoughts seek meaning,
Then fade again.
Some shine brightly,
Some remain unknown,
Wandering through silence,
In a world of their own.
Thoughts form questions,
Thoughts reveal,
Fragments of the heart,
And what we feel
The ocean of intelligence waves my faith
Between the horizon clouds fall asleep
The science of the mind shows my traite
Upon surrendering my soul no one must weep
Under the twilight merge the lamp of my dream
the silence have awaken my deep sorrow
With the sharpened moon the arrows beam
faster than the wind my mind will follow
Surrounded by boundaries of mental fear
the stars are awakened to challenge and fight
What happens to the old souls who disappear
all the answers in the future will come to light
To unveil the mystery of life is a difficult path
look for the sage who knows the silent art
As I look back, I realise
My journey through time,
Has been a blur of fear,
Pain, exhaustion, and grime.
But this isn't new,
More my default catchphrase,
So I sit and delve deeper,
And see light through the haze.
I remember betrayal,
An abused child, hurt, bare -
But widen my perspective
And there was love there.
When I nearly died,
When I became disabled,
When my marriage ended,
When my needs were tabled,
I told myself the same
Sad story of woe
But now I sit and remember
There are highs to the low.
The love from my parents,
Although one has died,
Held me up when needed
Was there when I cried.
All in all life will hurt you,
But don't forget to look back,
The red haze you've been seeing
May be rose coloured, just cracked.
Three wishes? Oh, let's see -
how about immortality?
Hmm, that sounds good. However,
I think it would take forever.
rain
books
silence
between pages
the quiet weather
the mind hears its own thoughts falling
Barren are my thoughts
A wasteland of arid dreams
Blown away by time
Altho' his feelings
he chose to suppress,
human and Vulcan,
yet, so as to process,
when overwhelmed,
in need of time apart,
and not upset
the apple cart,
to get things off his chest,
emotions, thoughts
and personal challenges,
of all kinds and several sorts,
on board the starship Enterprise,
the First Officer they'd have to replace,
when Spock told Captain Kirk,
'I need my space!'
I hate growing up
I hate decisions
They're scarier than the monsters
I used to fear when young
they grow with you; they increase
they haunt you
and worse, there is a right or wrong
consequences, mistakes that could ruin your whole future
guess growing up isn't about a driver's license
it's responsibility, like it's something you have learned
it's caring about others even if it means being in silence
it looks so easy on TV, like it's just another step on the stairs
maybe I watched the wrong movies,
it's more like jumping off a plane and hoping you would survive,
in the sea with the salty water till whenever
So would I go back if I could?
YES, without a doubt, a thought
maybe it was better making faces with clay
maybe it was easier spending the day on a swing, and getting a slight headache
and even then someone was there to nurse you
Yes, life is not easy, and it has never been fair
Spare a thought for tiny penny,
how sad those folks that haven't any.
It's the smallest coin of the realm
and made of copper, like a charm.
Those who don't even have a stitch
they could become immensely rich
if only others to them brought
a shiny penny for each thought.
~ It would have been better had man never been created
Now that he is here, let him examine his deeds. ~
Talmud Arachin 15a
Is man a sparkling diamond, the crown of Creation
worthy of the angels’ anticipation
In his first hours of existence, Adam disobeyed God's one rule
Our legacy today -- an abundance of fools
The snake tests every succeeding generation
master at disguising evil as dazzling innovation...
When we look in the mirror, what do we see
One who serves friends and family ~ or ‘selfish me’
Dreams of human
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