If the evidence is man and man is nature,then nature wants to see itself.The galaxies want to witness their unfoldings and destructions.Witnessing in the mirror. Stars in placid lake reflections.Ring cameras on every block with dozens of eyes to review them.Phones in pockets for recordings and reviews.Nanny cams and drone cams.Time shifted football plays to …
Who are you?A collection of things to do?A running loop of gags?A pattern of flexing muscles? A pair of eyes tracking stars. A membrane of skin containing a small drop of ocean.An understander of nothing.A counter of minutes until they can’t be counted. A placeholder for others to subsume and assume.A gatherer and relinquisher of …
Maybe ideas of wanting are tied to phases of life.Of youth to striving.Of middle age to pondering.Old age to surrendering.Why wouldn’t it be otherwise? But oh to surrender in youth.And to strive for self murder in old age.Oh to ponder every day with thoughts of hell on earth. The things that can’t be taught. When …
A kind of love that’s not the one they agree on.An erasing of thought.That kind of love.An erasing of experience.A purging of agreement. Not the one they all think Rumi describes.But the actual one Rumi describes.A love of all this washed away.No contortions for passion, connections and copulation.No worship of man’s ideas pasted onto nature.Just …
Ego stop, and just describe this man.The hockey player is one of the fastest on the ice.The seats in the stands are empty.There is no championship, no playoff and no score counted for these guys.Only a loose tally in the minds of the players.And perhaps a more serious accounting in the minds of the goalies.No …
