KurtAurelius
Bluelighter
The mind that feeds or so it seems..
Needs met of the body,
Not demands,
Invite that space,
Thoughts come,
“Demanding” thorough attention,
Observing enough will pass them by,
Simple,
Like drinking water,
For one so fortunate as yourself.
Instead all suddenly makes sense,
Place and time become a reality within itself,
Rather than a concept,
Through squinting and burrowing eyes.
You can move through space sat down,
You can feel the electricity of a universe
Pain is a companion to warmth, or a sound.
That urge,
Digest it,
Will this body starve or die?
Let the space drink you in,
For any sense left wishing is fear,
Fear of death, desire for release,
All the same.
Enough breaths, and it all changes,
Perceptions wisp to smoke and ash,
Suddenly you witness a far wider plain,
Zooming out, from the magnification.
Nothing is asking, telling or demanding,
A body moves through space,
A mind digests senses to perceive a story,
You can determine whatever you wish.
Needs met of the body,
Not demands,
Invite that space,
Thoughts come,
“Demanding” thorough attention,
Observing enough will pass them by,
Simple,
Like drinking water,
For one so fortunate as yourself.
Instead all suddenly makes sense,
Place and time become a reality within itself,
Rather than a concept,
Through squinting and burrowing eyes.
You can move through space sat down,
You can feel the electricity of a universe
Pain is a companion to warmth, or a sound.
That urge,
Digest it,
Will this body starve or die?
Let the space drink you in,
For any sense left wishing is fear,
Fear of death, desire for release,
All the same.
Enough breaths, and it all changes,
Perceptions wisp to smoke and ash,
Suddenly you witness a far wider plain,
Zooming out, from the magnification.
Nothing is asking, telling or demanding,
A body moves through space,
A mind digests senses to perceive a story,
You can determine whatever you wish.
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