How does the gravity of the mind orbit
Our soul’s star
Weightless spirit harnessed
by shackles of
Industry
Clock backwards
Consolation unsealed, understanding of
Condensation, ‘round mountain tops
Unpredictable flowing of lava consciousness
Seeds buried by elemental forces, obeying
Wind, Pressure, Heat, Mixture, Synthesis
While mulch of cerebral deciduousness
Churns the recycled pattern of geography
All spirit has a story to preserve
The mind is an open mine, headlamp
Required and inspected
The tools of illumination are sought
After
The rest have been sharpened, breaths taken,
Spacious connection to pre-time, to prefix
Time, with no time
An untold story, everyone can repeat and try
Curiousness, while knowing everything
Duality of mind, complete as one thought
As untold eras of rich availability, and
perseverance of mineral, rock and Earth
Extension of body into a cosmic realm, how
fire, from within and without, morphs
the understanding of handheld
Wonderment
Confined to rules, overarching functionality
of realm, offering the challenge
Connection of inner to outer
Mastery of intuitive movement
Spread of knowledge by way of material
Selfishness
Rock wanted to be known, talked to and
Used, before and with other materials - is our
mind our own, or pieces to the mother mind?
pushing atoms through various mediums, in
space and atmospheres, so as to give said
atoms a way to experience consciousness
stand alone materials become thought, and
ingested atoms begin to know the
material at hand by way of another medium,
these eyes utilize nutrition and tools in
various ways
So, then, rock can experience itself on
a human level
We make all things human, by their use in
our lives
Does nature then, for the entirety of time, know it has
choreographed a human dance, one filled
with falls and scrapes, yet when the dancer is dead,
nature continues the song
The earthly form is parallel to the bodily one
It’s the elements filtered by biases and
paradigms, each as malleable as clay,
to filter the water through these inherent
yet learned lenses
what is the shape of the human soul
when detached from its host form?