Noise...

Internal noise, that's all my thoughts seem to be... Like an inner city roadway on rush hour However, out of chaos comes order...  And the birth of monumental ideas require chaos as it's womb... Like a billion non-objective lines that come together to form a master-piece, Or the countless waves on the ocean surface which collectively create tranquility. I think my thoughts, and as I think of how they are thought up, And as I think of distractions that lead me on tangents of discovery So that I may be led to new world's that will consume my present thinking and my past thoughts are but explored tangents that bore.  But sight, sound, touch, smell, experience on a whole is the nurturing milk which distracts while nurturing the growth of pivotal philosophy, but these are just apostrophes denoting ownership to my ideas of the earth, life, living, God, being, dying, death... And it goes on like a heroes song Reincarnating in the thoughts and given purification by the ears that hear, and impurification by the mouths that utter, amplification by the tongues of babes and physical composition by thoes that believe & practice these ideas, once distractions from a train of thought that somehow managed to be de-railed. What do I think? I think thoughts that swim in waterless seas. I think the things that are only important to the wind and the trees.  I think of what the emotions between like and love are, Then beyond for which I cannot find words to cover in this or any other language. I think of how important it is to think and keep your thoughts in the direction in which you wish to go. Because if you think ahead you will succeed, but if you dwell on thoughts of failure your progress will be slow...or stagnant. And not thinking at all, well that's death... Copyright ©2001 Allister Written April 16th, 2001 © on Sep 21 2001 12:32 AM PST   0 • 1