Everyones innocent
in the closed loop
of the rules they possess
to assess with.
Everyones innocent.
in the limitation of the availability of thought
assigned to stimulous percieved,
Everyones innocent.
in the biased and bent referencing system
inextricably woven into conprehension.
Everyones innocent.
in a physical neurology
running the software
of the scope of each concept provided as choice.
Everyones innocent
in their range of thought.
and the bundle of thoughts they are loyal to.
Everyones innocent
as servants doing the deeds of sincere beliefs.
Everyones innocent.
But there is a flame of attention
which the illusion of language
is exposed as a joke
and an anxious and self serving toy.
A flame of attention
that needs no accreditation
by the construct- adult
still girls annd boys.
A flame of attention
a bare presence to percieve
things as they are
via a peaceful confusion
surrendered disorientation
a reformatting via
‘not honestly knowing any more’.
A flame of attention
disengaging from conceptual contradictions
and paralysis by analysis
that vainly attempt to be omnicient with a subjective mind.
A flame of attention.
tracing the effect upon itself
of thought, emotion feeling.
the language of creation.
using thought
instead of being used by thought.
Peace to Now
wont wait till later
its a trick of the mind
thinking tomorrows the saviour.
Yes to the form that this moment takes
because peace is the purpose of my inner space.
The city rivers are full of fish.
its banks lush with edible flowers.
people take time, to nurture the very things.
they dream of in thier working hours.
The life that has no waiting in it.
The broad 6 metre path through the city
is doted with ‘time rich’ faces
personalized peddle powered people seats
commute to the food gardens, cafes, and empowering places.
The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.
“Ill work and yearn till i retire”, “one day”.
now old sayings of an innocent era
where men thought that going away from a thing
would some how bring it nearer.
The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.
But only corn can come from corn
and only nettles from nettles
and a city can only be, the quality of
the values on which it settles.
The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.
The quality of ‘means’
is the ‘means’ to the ‘end’,
and the end is fussed.
in every moment
that circles round
to start again from what was found.
As every moment curls right back
to be the start of the path
the same track.
As every moment circles home
to be the source of itself
the same tone.
THE QUALITY OF MEANS
THE WHAT WAS USED
IS THE MEANS TO THE END
AND THE END IS FUSED.
The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.
…IT FOLLOWS THE LAWS OF THE UNIVRSE
EACH THING CREAES ITS KIND
IT SPEEDS OVER THE TRACK
TO BRING ME BACK
WHATEVER WENT OUT…
FROM MY MIND.
The life that has no ‘waiting’ in it.
there can be no purer
more potent life
than a life standing clear
and visible to its own insanity.
having finally learnt to catch it out.
if only now and then,
to correct the course.
and stop the cycle of madness.
standing clear
as mud lol
inescapably recurrent and perpetuating
from the laws of habit and focus
the outcome of ‘means end’ physics.
is itself…the always… from ‘the material’
of each block of matter used.
each energy form applied.
so…
what i want for my self
i want for everyone.
more for all
and less for none.