It seems that
matter is our only true mirror,
but observations are our
most riddle-some shackles.
Memory only encourages us
to drive backwards into a world
we believe as real.
It is where the rearview mirror
functions as the windshield.
Driving in this world
produces knowledge
which, as a map,
becomes a wallpaper to a room
where we can safely park
and die of ‘self’ asphyxiation.
Consciousness, as it is right now,
is a series of these roads we travel
as if to get somewhere else.
Inquiry gives us adequate fuel.
Answers are the home we left,
where we think we forgot something
worth going back to get.
While driving, I am left to wonder,
if thought, thought of itself,
would it realize
the creativity in thinking
or just the thoughts, as its means?
To me, it would seem
that those thoughts
would be like highway billboards
and roadside litter in passing,
yet without the currency
of the continuance of
thinking,
there would be no highway,
really no billboards or litter,
and no traveling done
to have documented
that process as happening.
If that is so,
then thinking does not
really generate thoughts.
Thoughts are the paparazzi
of outright
experience.
And we are
observation addicts.
We have audience
genetics.
Being evidentially
alive
is a time/space bomb
vest
symbolically strapped
to our metaphorical
chest.
And enlightenment is
like
winning an odd
lottery
where you loose
everything thought
substantial
and truly gain
nothing,
and yet everyone
who knows of you
is still after you
for some piece of the
action.
But they don’t
realize
that what they would
want,
they already have
way too much
thought of it to
start,
even before wanting
presents itself as
their claim.
Look, I’m not saying
any of this is real,
It’s just,
what I overheard . .
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