seduced by linear thinking.
it is always the initial interior voice,
face to invisible face
as if a first responder,
in an intimate self-to-self conversation.
it assumes a sense of appropriate self-scale
yet not necessarily fully logical
but immediate and immanently applicable
as it seems.
it’s what self-intimacy does.
pick and choose
seem to be the logic at hand.
it can feel like one is standing
in front of a greeting card rack,
about to make
what one would call,
'a choice'.
one’s linear mind can stream like this
for the whole day.
for then, the story of your day is
just paraphrases
taken from this linear thinking account,
while any other voice feels like
it’s overheard.
it’s like someone else
is in the private elevator of self,
with you.
you could strike up
an interior conversation with them,
but what the hell do they know?
that could easily be your unsaid remark.
after all, you have not formally met before this.
oh, but you have.
as one’s linear mind is so forgetful
in this way.
once again forgetting
that the linear mind is solely predicated
on the separateness of being
who it assumes itself to be.
and therefore linear thinking
is always at the mike,
and everyone else is assumed as
the audience in surround.
only to eventually discover,
one is not a soloist
on the stage of their being.
and if one was to wake up within,
they might discover
that linear thinking is only a squeaky wheel
on the cart of soulful passage,
also living for the dream of delivery . . .
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