31 December 2014

Four Hundred and Fifty-Nine


One moment so quickly gone, another hour an hour too long.
Every one passing exactly the same no matter the weather of any given mind.
Every one witnessed by the same omnipresent quantum awareness
That permeates equally all things from great to small.

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How quickly every moment passes the same.
Sometimes as terribly, swiftly ruthless as an enraged sword.
Others, as softly untroubled as a butterfly’s wing.
Yet ever the same, ever the same.

* * * *
Insanity in every nook, absurdity in every cranny.
Who can be helped, who will not help themselves?
Who can be saved, who will not save themselves?

* * * *
Opinions, opinions, opinions,
Opinions about this, that, and the other thing,
What do they really, truly mean?

* * * *
We quarrel over anything and everything,
As if anything and everything really matter.

* * * *
The variety of hallucinogens
That Gaia across her orb offers,
Take those open to experimentation
Down many trails, across many borders.
For those who would pursue a greater vision,
It a journey to be taken as dauntlessly as will allows.

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Why would anyone ever need or want to duplicate,
To imitate another’s life in any way, any shape, any form?
Live your own existence, free of any history, free of any burden.

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Many if not all things end up being very different from what they started,
And yet the same all the while is the irony and paradox
Of this quantum matrix of a theater.