The Thinking Mind
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All kinds of other mathematical
nonsense. Questions from all angles, free
the monopoly of answers; open to all &
attached to nothing. I couldn’t quite see
it, somehow I feel the same. No one
knows the guidance offered, veil lifting
to recover a view, when I can. I try to
understand, then encrypt the meaning I
feel, so it can be felt. The days I’m
missing & the words I said that can’t be
taken back. Tonight, I’ll write, to explain,
from billions of neurons in the brain,
behind the eyes, the Great I Am in
disguise, observing the thinking mind,
not to find, but to rise in scale, put it in
the postal mail, admitting my sins so I
can claim I’m perfect. Righteousness for
consciousness, okay, I’m done making
fun, of fundamentalism & any other type
of confusion. Quiet, I’m fast asleep, way
too deep.
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