i haven't had a thought that makes any sense for the last ten years or more
there's a world outside my mind i'd like to know what its for
cause every thought just separates me from knowing what's outside my doors
that's the doors of my perceptions, the ones that seem to be closed
the way it feels i'm locked inside by the thing that thinks it knows
i just keep feeling there's no truth to the experience of my mind
that's inventing every single thing i think I feel but actually is lying
i know there's an orange on the table,
but it can only be the reflected light that comes into my eyes,
not what's being absorbed by the fruit and the fruity flies
i hold it in my fingers and feel the bumpy peel
but all the living sensations inside just aren't coming through as real
i finally figured out the senses are the tip of my iceberg of being
the inner self is the magic kingdom that is connected to everything
each frequency and intensity of light is this universe we know
the being feels what the senses cant,
the universal truth,
light that comes from emptiness
and creates everything through the distortion of consciousness
let the senses go and feel from the heart of the divine soul within,
the psychic sense of being that permeates everything.
as you see into the field of existence,
everything is in motion, unstoppable creation that cannot pause
even for a nanosecond else every imaginary connection would end,
yet as man peeks under the covers with his electron microscope,
he quickly discovers that what he sees is his own expectation
of what the static picture of what he's looking at should be,
so the electrons hop to their expected orbits and the neutrons suddenly exist,
the mesons and the quarks come to join and try to fit,
but there's no truth to pictures of what has come and gone,
cause the lightning strikes and the wave excites
and there's suddenly a form of transference and energy
emitting endless light in all directions
and nothing appears solid or even transparent,
its all the mirror on a mirror in a smoky place,
there's just the endless sense of something but it has no depth or shape,
its just a fragmentary image that you wanted there to be.
you move your hand in the mirror
but you cant touch the reflection you think you see,
its all an illusion of the bending of light and space.
your mind creates the picture that you think is your face
but behind the mirror of your mind is pure electricity,
there's no things or people living outside, you see
its just your imagination that wants to make you see what you're looking for.
its all a magic mirror trick, the hands are quicker than the I,
what you see is what you get, but only till you die.
then the electricity stops,
the movie ends
as the universe keeps going
and you're suddenly a flow of endless fields of improbability
becoming unexpectedly free
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