thoughts not up or down
a new year a new
thinking of miracles
lives past lives present lives future
this life
thoughts up thoughts down
a meniscus sucked into my lungs
drowning me
just a few microns thick
suffocation
a new year aknew
such a child
full of curses
adam touching god’s hand
transfer of infinite
life discontinued from time
that thing that was supposed to be done
was maybe done long ago
and will not be seen for a very long time
and then
what about this time
the time inbetween
is it not just as full of the infinite of potential
and the potential of infinite
as that purpose
that was told to be my purpose?
go our own way
//
a long time since I have written like this
is this still a voice I hold?
is it good to hold that same voice?
I had hoped that there would be growth
//
magic is real
the door is open
the light bleeds through it
I can see the real shape of the world around me
and I shudder
//
in the darkness
losing attachment to body
all that is left is mind
time drifts away
float
are we still full of infinite?
lost
the direction unknown
all I can do
is remember the emptiness of heaven
the emptiness of space
the emptiness of all around
and everything we see
an unreal illusion
//
moving / floating / drifting
can a mountain feel love? a star? a universe? a rock?
does purpose need consciousness?
may our brains touch
our neural networks touch
the moment fade away
our species fade away
god touches adam
adam touches god
good luck
may the thread to infinite
remain open