Whether a collective
Conscious or unconscious,
Hive minds,
Or group thoughts,
The individual is
Both real to itself
And non-existent at once.
Collective Light (Poem)
Our star nourishes the myriad.
Why do we ignore it?
Our world spirals after it,
An obedient follower.
We blink on and off its surface.
It delights the Sun
To incinerate your”self”.
Shaped Energy Movement (Poem)
Reality is discrete,
Yet perceptibly continuous.
Broken parts or flowing fields?
Swirling spheres, curved linear?
Angles with curvature,
Arches in shapes
Nothing solid,
Energy permeates.
To higher orders
Passed off,
Then returned,
Changed and recycled.
A Fuzzy World (Poem)
Object edges smear,
Melting and blurry.
“I” cannot make them out.
Murky and semi-homogenous,
Is this reality?
There seems one
And many concurrently.
Self Controlled Layers (Poem)
Controlling things
Destroys their true nature.
The controllers
Befuddle themselves.
Controlling people
Erases their true nature.
The controllers
Pervert their own being.
Assumed individuals
Wear many layers:
Self-applied,
Other-applied,
Unnatural.
Frantic Motionless (Poem)
Sitting and doing nothing,
A trillion chemical reactions,
Feverish action engulfed by calm.
Resting in exponential chaos,
Why pay attention
To lumbering thought paths,
Branches of self torture?