Going to have to
start carrying a small note pad
and pen with me…
Some decent ideas
float through the mind
on any given day…
Going through the meditation
that is
the day to day
everyday…
It clears the mind
and allows you to wander
even as you perform your duties
and pay your bills…
Most of our perception of the world is
imagination, visualization, and expectation…
We see what we want to see…
We see what we make in our own image…
But,
anyways,
a lot of good ideas
get lost in the mist…
A lot of potentially usable words
get disposed of like paper towels
day after day…
I know you can’t save them all,
and,
sometimes,
they don’t have to be recorded,...
Don’t have to be uploaded to the cloud…
Don’t have to be posted to the blog…
Don’t even have to be private messaged to my love…
Some words
are just part of the meditation
and the mantra…
Most of them come back around…
Every idea has a fairly recurring theme…
Stray thoughts and musings…
What Connecticut Yankee college boy
wouldn’t want to be the next Mark Twain?
We’re already all the next buddha…
Every single one of us…
Every single living thing…
Just another word in the mantra, repeating…
Just another case of history, repeating…
Another form of meditation…
The Universe in contemplation…
Considering itself…
Observing itself in a tiny mirror…
In a multitude
of tiny mirrored slivers…
A shattered self once unified,
but now
splintered into
all that we see
and
all that we will ever be...
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