may 15th 2024
are we all here?
sometimes i wonder about what all the things that make us familiar with our other parts are. like if we go under, is there any reason for us to for us to go between them, thinking all the while we are whole? in essence, where are we when we are dead? are we spread all across the earth, as the things we expressed and shared found their place and were recognized--virtually or not--as aspects, as colors showing & ringing out all that is true, all that reflects and turns and burns and ends and begins and other directions that i have hitherto spoken in some form or another. what does it mean when something we meant a certain way is interpreted, and the meaning of that thing is lost, or cross-interpreted, to a degree seperating it between two opposite direction, as it is being stretched, tortured, driven out of its nature as a slave on a chain, responsive only to the pull, laboring out the pain and the suffering now inherent in its being, and all you can do, here you we speak of is another aspect of the story...not real...there are aspects...we are attached to this process whether we know it or not.
all of the elements, all of the ways...in all of your life, the evolving universe, all is equal, all is here...
this functions as another layer...this, that, the other. as we are structuring our thoughts, we are unknowingly creating a possibility (of words, drawing towards), that we build in our seperation from others, from the radiation emitted by structures beyond The Presence, allowed into our word-wrap, we are framing ideas of ourselves, contexts in which we could possibly live across a million different (the plural of) exisistance, drawing us, collective us that shrugs and waives rights and Isn't whole, it is in this basis that we lose/find ourselves, and we are a firework of divided outcomes. flamingos. hotel. robots...clauses, encyclopedia. works, blues, thrombosis
there is another sort
he functions just the same
and all he has is his name, the calling
what he can be