
At first he looked to his right
Then he changed his mind
Now he is facing us
With interest
This has cleared his mind
From the magnetic fields
Of thinking
Enough
For an idea
To appear.
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At first he looked to his right
Then he changed his mind
Now he is facing us
With interest
This has cleared his mind
From the magnetic fields
Of thinking
Enough
For an idea
To appear.

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!

One is inside and he meets with the other one who is outside.
Or is he?
No.
Is it the one outside who is meeting with the one inside of himself?
But the one inside is not complete.
He is just a profile line, open in the back. The mind that is around him mingles with the mind inside of his head.
He may be able to think with the mind that is outside of him.
And that is the mind that is inside of the head of the friend he is just meeting with.
But wait a minute:
This space is not inside of his new friend’s head.
It is really outside of him.
So where is the mind of his outside friend?
The world?
The universe?
Beyond?
It seems that this is where the mind of the one who is outside, that the inside person is meeting with right now, is.
So the one inside, maybe he is only an idea? What do you say?
A thought?
And the one outside?
Maybe he is the thought of the one who is inside?
So are they both real?
As real as can be,
When you are unreal.
And maybe both are one thought, appearing as two, for the purpose of having this meeting?
Just a thought
That I wanted to share.
Above the blanket
Of green
Things become airy
Somewhere in the wilderness
A tree stands
In its raised hands
It holds you
And when you can see
Above the canopy
The mind goes to sleep
You know then
That it is beyond your control
To hold another world
In your thoughts
A tree
Reaching up in the mist
Turns very delicate
Too fast
Still remembering
How it came
From the rock.