“If a listener quiets his neocortical chatter and allows limbic sensing to range free,
melodies begin to penetrate the static of anonymity.”
We think (self-fufillingly) we are so separate, no one knows the troubles I’ve seen
We idolize our own perception, certainly, we are the most unique
The brain works best when covering it’s ass, convincing us that nothing gets past our infallible senses.
Nobody gets one up on me.
The Universe perpetually proves otherwise.
all information contrary avails itself, but we happily go on
and fail to see (everything)
too afraid to hear
our lives are clever lies
we live in a derivative, understandable disguise
never bet against the stubborness of our fearful, prideful eyes
whose blame is our belief?
whose fault is our disease?
We think we know so
We only see
for us to believe
We traded the stars for our
bought cars and sold our feet
but when all the lights
go out at once
the Oneness will return
Are you ready to remember peace?
We are indivisible
we are the Earth,
we are Nature
“the ‘paradox’ is only a conflict between reality
and your feeling of what reality ‘ought to be.'”
1. Thomas Lewis, M.D., Fari Amini, M.D., Richard Lannon, M.D. A General Theory of Love, p. 169 New York: Vintage Books (2001)
2. Richard Feynman, The Feynman Lectures on Physics, vol III, p. 18-9 (1965)
Poetry prompt: Mish at the Poet’s Pub
“Where’s that confounded bridge?”
Begin and end a poem with two quotes from two different books.