The Dissolution
Of perceived reality
Perhaps, could not
Happen fast enough
For it is not as it seems
And yet it is cracked up
To be exactly as it is….
Every incredible nuance
There to be experienced
Heat, light, sound, touch,
Taste, smell, projections,
Recollections, interpretations,
Desires, regrets, wishes, hope,
Euphoria, despair, loneliness,
Food, water, alcohol, drugs,
Music, silence, noise, sleep,
Snoring, waking, farting, burping,
Laughing, crying, anger, pain,
Birth, death, cycled and recycled
How could one possibly want
Any of those to dissolve?
Besides, what would it disintegrate into?
Creating while entropy occurs
With materials and thoughts
That conceivably do not exist
Everything is moving so fast
Or seemingly not at all
“Dreaming about some kind of life
We say it could have been different
But it wasn’t because we weren’t.”
“Rich Man’s War”
– John Trudell
Ouch.
With no one to blame
But the person in the mirror.
“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”
– Angelo Devlin
Why might be fixated in being who we are? Might that be a cover for who we really are? At what level do we identify? These cells? This person who collaborates with the cells? So beautiful to say yes to it all.
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