THE WAY WITHIN THE WAY
300
Strokes
Of Genius
Time is parallel to me the thing in this body & me speaks often when roads are crowded, when markets are closed, when birds are flying, and when fools are talking.
This is a humble recording of what me speaks when the body listens. No plan no goal no aim. Registering these inner jolts of non electrical thoughts manifesting in the realm of my inner energy filed.
The essence of why my body is my body is what directs me to what is noble. What is noble I ask my deep self and the answer eludes me for long then appears just when I am busy buying groceries. Answers seem to come when I hold no pen and no means to record them. I have a weak memory. Never was I good in remembering phone numbers from the first trial. I am weak in remembering what matters, yet I have a memory that is intense, strong and so sharp when it comes to incidents.
My emotions are gates I have grown to know. My emotions are responses to things I have no control over. My emotions are letting me down when I need them to hide before strangers. I see a red scarf and eyes seeking a book at a book store and I wonder does she know? Then I over hear a suit walking with confidence to pick up a book on money and I wonder does he know.
Why did God say “leave them to eat, and enjoy, for they will sure come to know” why are we all oblivious to the facts. Why have we forgotten the search for reason, why have we ignored the creator? When will the forces ignite us again into glorious submission? I wonder if I even know what I know because I seek to know what I know, or do I know what he decides what I must know? I know I have a choice and I always had a choice and my emotions rule. Maybe we are tired of rules and in need of a big Woodstock or some mass stripping of all that man before us thought. Yet we feel worst after a Woodstock we feel pain after breaking all the rules.
Science laughs at us but then falls back unto its self. Quantum physics and the trail of the atom, the big bang blows scientists out of their minds and as if that is not enough suddenly appears the black hole where time and space are no where to find. Even when they explain it they sound stupid because when you deny that who created the elements leading to the black hole is not acceptable as part of the theory.
So keep searching and searching and whenever a new thing appears you should search again. The path of the scientist is a beautiful endless path. They publish their findings but deeply know they have uncovered nothing since we still die. We the people die and the scientists at best prolong our goodbyes. They make the journey from zero to zero easy but it costs much more which means we work harder to afford what makes life better but end stressed tired and wishing for a getaway.
The movies, I love the movies. They numb my brain and make me dream wishing I am at the centre of it all. We see the rich and famous play poor and broken or the weak becomes a hero and the villain keeps falling. I leave the doors of any theatre anywhere in the world and find that the villain has risen above them all. The hero is working from nine to five trying to stay afloat while the weak gets weaker in a quick sand pool. Seriously thank you for all the inspiration when one in twenty million makes to the top, they write a thousand books telling us to jump.
Starbucks what a place, the chairs are set so close yet we don’t say hello. We smile and shy away still meeting the same ones we could have met at home. We are one species yet strangers we remain. Dare I say more? Yes why not I am engaged speaking the words. Let it flow and then when done let it flow.
What do I like? Love yes love I do like love but it’s so hard to find. It’s faked by millions so they can take. Give this world a break and love regardless make it about giving and then I promise you that when you do the chest of all treasures will open and you may take.
