Archive for February, 2021

330. Flying to the night

The pilot is still hot
From life
Memories
Scratch him like stars

But the fields grow dark
The sun gets caught in a barn
The wheat stalks lower
Their heads

And as the pilot still flies
Through the dust of the world
The lakes underneath
Go deep to no bottom.

My friend told me he is getting ready to die, and he is not afraid.
As long as he lives, he said, he does what he likes to do.
I placed it in my mouth, as you do with unknown food, waiting for the taste to show up.
I did the painting that you have here, not knowing what I do, as is always the case, except for being loyal to my sense of beauty.
Then I wrote the words that came.

329. Magnetic fields of the mind

The mind creates magnetic fields
Within what do they live?
They live in the truth
The truth is everywhere
And it is the only thing
That cannot be destructed
Therefore
It is not a thing

Trees grow from the earth
They eat the earth and drink water
They soak the sun
They breath the air
Like us
The earth and water are
The sun is
The air is
Products of the ancient mind
And are influenced by my own
Current mind

My mind
Is a traveling choice maker in infinity
Using the old truth
As clay
To be shaped with imagination

Hey
Everything is me!


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