Train Of Thought.

I've been thinking a lot lately, and it's been surprising, not the thinking, but the thoughts themselves. I catch myself on a thought, and shift my focus to be able to see the line of thoughts processing from one to the next, to the next, and how sometimes, so randomly these thoughts move into each other, but when you shift that perspective screen again, you see that intricate pattern those thoughts were weaving themselves into. The mind is a complex computer you can download programs onto, and edit system functions with the spark of thought. Like a switch. Hand to mouth, brush your teeth, gargle, spit. Simple everyday subconscious muscle memory actions that we are blissfully unaware of the intricate programs running in the background of every normal, seemingly simple bodily function. Look at each separate organ with their unique specialized fields of expertise, all working in conjunction with one another to make the whole body function at it's optimum at all times. As within so without, these traits of the skills relationships between separate, yet intrinsically dependent parts of a society or ecosystemic environment are found evidently on every level of existence. The symbiotic relationship between things and entities to make the whole system work. Look at a beehive and the functions of each bee, and how important that small creature holding the magical alchemical secret recipe to honey making that humans have yet to synthesize, and the fact that without them, there would be nothing on this planet. Without us human monstrosities, there would be no-one to witness the beauty of this special and perfectly created world. There would also be no-one to leave a path of death, chaos and destruction behind them as they step from one perfectly untouched paradise to the next. Feet moving, one foot in front of the next, the first momentum toward global exploration, and the ultimate destruction and loss of self in the sensual rollercoaster overload this reality has to offer. Pain is not all bad, and pleasure is not all good. Without feeling the worst pain imaginable, you could never appreciate the bliss that envelops you once your lesson has been learnt and your realization awakens. On the flip side, you need to experience the joys of life to keep you going through those terrifyingly dark days. Just like the tides, our experiences have their own pattern of the ebb and flow of life's lessons and blows. It's all for the enrichment of the soul. Levelling up for our first stage on the long road to enlightenment. That's why we're here, right?

POST FOMO

The sound in my heart is purring like the generator in my ear. Silence is the hum. Music is the noise. Loud and immense. A pleasure if there are words and real instruments. Not often. Mainly doof doof. It seems the trending sound. The youngsters like it. I chop onions. I don't care if I'm crying. I feel the osmosis growing through me as the wind pounds around us. Toilet doors fly off. Sand grazes your eyeballs if you're not wearing goggles. I sit and type on a computer with a hole in my chest. My heart still beats on the desert floor, beneath the milky way. I will walk this empty road and try to pick up the pieces wherever I go. But the road is long, and I might not want to carry on. And on and on. Your faces, your eyes, all visit me at night. We converse and we laugh and we adventure and we hold each other's love inside our chests. Two months. Two months. Two months is never enough. Let's live there forever. Let's never have to go. Let's be ourselves, our authentic selves. Let's burn the default world and watch the seedlings through the ashes grow of the new.