Quantum Existence

Light strands of life trickle through tiny fingers, incapable of holding the slightest truth, no care for quantity, or sense of dimension. Breath by breath, thoughtless touch, periodic feeding. Some Gods come along, Too often seem to separate, us from one another, lay our hope on the doorstep of nothing, make us hurt us, fight or hide, laugh and cry, live and die, in a nice tidy universe, controlled and contrived, a container full of providence you can stuff all your guilt and blame inside. And you get to persist, In your intolerant derision, Even after you’re body has died. There's no rush to be the first, we'll all be going in time. For a never ending moment you lay there, missing chances to feel and see, all the nuances to which you might have responded, as they shape you into an old human being, mortality knocking, do you know it's a friend? The necessary preparations, are inevitable, as you're realize you’re closer to the end, than the beginning, yet again. Things take on connotations more immediate, More real, your vast wisdom, is a multitude of laughable absurdities. throughout actuality, lies only more uncertainty. Now you know the mind is a tool, not a path, just a map of the real. So why waste life articulating lines? Endless revisions, revealing no love, or experience, no perceptions or hints of the great and sublime. Life's naturually undefined, blending transposed mosaics, energy transforming, space and time, shaping our lives, into another brand new, inexplicable complex of frequencies. Touch needs not be measured or timed, you need no explaination. Sense your life, percieve all you can, experience the only apt teacher. The rest, jumbled lines, crumbling dots, inadequately rolling words.... making more misunderstanding. out of my mouth too somehow. Perhaps I should go now. Got a life to live as well. I'm sure you'll effect me, and I'll effect you. Good luck in our world. We're in Heaven when we forget fear, Laugh loud at the concept of Hell. Now go out and find something to do. Or read more if you want to, It's all up to you. Just don't throw the moment away. Persist in existing completely as possible, you'll thank yourself someday. You'll look to the past and the future, and percieve that it was okay, all the while, no matter what we think. We’re perfect, we look at ourselves, That’s the universe staring back at us, In mindless divine perfection, We are pieces of everything, Woven intricately into it’s every action, Pieces of infinity, Eternal reaction. Open the universe within your eyes. Relieve yourself of the propogating disguise, And rise, and be alive. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 06:10 AM PST, Neurosine    0 • 13