Her Journals

You used to write of birds,
The thoughts that they must spawn,
Free as they are from the human follies,
Of selfish ambition,

There is naught to prove they're any less deep,
A cocky presumption,
That our blundering grope for some meaning,
Shows we possess some greater perception.

"But what," you said, "do we have on the birds?"
Content in their motions,
If any faith at all can be granted,
To our observations,

Which are oft base,
Grounded in aversion,
More than likely we're observed from on high,
An example of nature's perversion.

Knowing is Pretending

It is all a conundrum,
How you're placed on this earth,
Knowing nothing other than what you sense,
And what you have learned,

From others, who themselves were just placed here,
And know nothing, really.
And we are all expected to stand up tall,
To succeed?

Which makes perfect sense for consciousnesses,
That need presumptions in order to exist,
Otherwise our thoughts would be unconnected,
Pictures floating in an abyss.

So, it's alright,
To act like you have it figured out,
No one truly believes that bullshit,
But they sure admire the lack of doubt.

The Secret To Happiness

If you never had to deal with,
Anything evil again,
So much so that it never existed,
Would you be happy, then?

A simple question with a simple answer,
Because isn't happiness,
Freedom from evil? So the answer,
Is surely, yes.

Of course, some may say that without evil,
You wouldn't even know you were happy,
Living in a blissful ignorance,
Like Adam and Eve.

Which is right,
And which is why evil is necessary,
If you want to have consciousness,
Otherwise, you could be simply happy.

What If You Let Your Thoughts Out?

There can be nothing else,
Than the two lives that you live,
One, you want everyone to see,
And the one you want to give,

To the world,
But are too afraid,
Either because it's too destructive,
Or because it's what you create,

To escape from the surreality,
And irony of the demands,
From people and things that don't even exist,
Outside of your consciousness.

And maybe it's alright,
To switch your two lives,
Showing everyone your heart,
And hiding what's in front of their eyes.

You're Not Alone

Just because you're the most educated,
Doesn't mean you've the most independent mind,
In fact, chances are you are a good example,
Of the most mediocre kind,

Of human created by this system,
And it's not to say,
That those who've escaped are good humans either,
Because they're, in their own way,

Products whose destiny is to deceive,
To bring about their own ends.
And if you think living life with only love is gay,
You've your own deviance,

Making it alright,
That people live in fear and anxiety.
Is this really what should have become,
Of humanity?

You Haven't Lived

If you don't have regrets,
You haven't lived,
You haven't tried something for the first time,
And learned more about what's within,

You haven't had desires that couldn't be fulfilled,
Which amounts to no desire at all,
Or no life, for consciousness demands,
That you've experienced dual,

Perspectives on at least one thing,
And that's to want and to not get.
There is no other kind of relationship,
That I've seen exist, yet.

And it's alright,
If you say, you've no regrets.
You're putting on a good show,
But your far away look can still be read.

Unthink Yourself

Here's how to get out of your world,
And start thinking of others,
In case you're feeling that it's hard to detach,
Your interests from what you consider,

Even possible to think about,
Because, really, there may be no one else,
Outside of the thoughts that make up everything you see,
And yourself.

First clear your mind of any thoughts at all,
And strip yourself of any senses,
Including, and most importantly, the sixth one,
Which provides the total of your defences.

Then it will be alright,
To start thinking again,
And if your thoughts ever stray back to you,
Start anew from the beginning.

Meet Me Halfway

Is there anything one can teach you,
Who knows nothing about you?
Truly, you've just described everyone,
That you ever knew.

The depth you feel that no one could ever touch,
Is twice as far as you imagined,
Because that depth is matched in everyone else,
Unless you don't think they're human.

But knowing's not the point of knowing someone,
It's to give the benefit of the doubt,
That the deepness you feel so strongly in your own heart,
Can also exist without.

And it's alright,
If you choose only to believe in yourself,
That's worked to create many successful people,
In the realm of material wealth.

That's What You Get for Living

Just because what you've uncovered,
Is not what you had hoped to see,
And causes more imposition on your life,
Than you ever wanted to see,

Is not a cause for self-destruction,
But regeneration.
You are the same person that started,
And will be stronger at the completion,

Unless, of course, it's a total failure,
And the effort becomes never-ending.
Then you may want to reevaluate,
The choices that you are making.

And it's alright,
It's just another example of what it takes,
To be a being for whom nature is more,
Than a place to simply navigate.

This Little Piggy

No moment is wasted,
Even the wasted ones,
Even if you are thinking nothing at all,
And creating no productions,

Even if what you are doing,
Is impeding others from doing things, themselves,
Reminding them that you exist,
But leave everything on the shelf.

Mere existence is a powerful thing,
And consciousness of it, even more,
Especially in light of the fact that you can't,
Know that other people are.

And it's alright,
If you don't intend to be productive again,
You won't be able to avoid it,
Being a human.

Permanence Amidst Change

Being convinced by someone,
Has nothing to do with one's head.
"Eloquence, at its highest pitch, leaves little room for reason or reflection, but addresses itself entirely to the desires and affections, captivating the willing hearers, and subduing their understanding",
As David Hume said.

And is it practice or a true belief,
In what is related, that gives it force?
Well, as in all things, including nature or nurture,
It is either or a mix of both.

And happy are those who can both believe,
And have others believe, as well,
For reality is no more than understanding,
Until facts become insurmountable.

And it's alright,
Reality was never meant to remain,
The same from one moment to the next,
Or there'd never be a human brain.

Why Things Happen

When things come to a head,
It doesn't mean there's any fate,
That has grouped all these ends at the same time,
Unless you contemplate,

That, then, every circumstance ever created,
Is choreographed by fate, too,
Which is really to say nothing until you start talking,
Of the person who,

Makes that acknowledgment, because she is the one,
Who has any identity in this scenario.
She could decide that it is fate today,
And chaos tomorrow.

Which is alright,
Because neither view affects how things will be,
For to know that would require also having,
ESP.

Visualization

Can what you think often,
Really become real, just from that?
If so one must be careful what one thinks,
Because some thoughts are acts,

That one would never want actually executed,
For the mind offers an arena,
For events of fantasy you'd want no one to know,
And that serve as a vent does,

And disperses energy you'd not want used,
Amongst your fellow human beings.
So, what does this say about visualization,
Of things you really want seen?

Maybe it's alright,
To distinguish the good from the bad,
Within your thoughts so that your body knows,
Which should happen and which should never be had.

The Moment

Everyday's a new day,
And every moment's just as long,
As every other that seemed an eternity,
And each one that hardly seemed to come along.

And if you're always looking for the next one,
That is so wonderful it goes by so fast,
That you're immediately looking for the next one,
Well, can such a cycle really last?

But what is the alternative, you may ask.
Does one just enjoy the moment?
When one stops to think that they're really all the same,
Then, the one you're in will never end.

And it's alright,
If it all seems a conundrum.
There's really no one that would disagree,
Who has given it some deliberation.

Once you've gotten somewhere,
Where you've done all that you can,
To the extent that you are capable,
It's time to look to other humans,

And have the faith that those making an effort,
Have found themselves thinking the same thing.
Really, what happens is they're always cranked out,
And you just have to catch the next one coming,

And show her that she cannot do it alone,
Because she might not have actually seen,
That there are others like her, and the only way to do more,
Is to look to other human beings.

And it's alright,
If the first one doesn't agree,
We're talking here about a higher consciousness,
Undiscussed for many centuries.

Questions

Things always get better,
Before they get worse,
And visa versa, if you want to know,
Consciousness' source,

And if you want to know how to avoid,
Negativity at all,
It's not as easy to say bad comes with good,
'Cause, then, what is it all for?

If opposites have to exist so the other,
Can exist, also,
Where is the freedom that makes humans unique,
Or is the freedom that you'll never know?

It's alright,
What's really the point?
Is it that, really, there is no answer,
Or that the question is never going?

Beginnings

Just when you think it's over,
You realize that there was no start,
That there is no point that you can point to,
When there was no art,

When there was no awareness of this world,
Because awareness presupposes that,
There was no Time before we ever knew,
Anything remotely like fact,

Anything remotely like anything,
Like thinking beginnings mean death,
Though it does, the main point of it all,
Is that it means life, no less,

And that it's alright,
To live as if living is no big thing,
Beside the fact that with each new moment,
There is a new beginning.

Fighting To Survive

Keeping people off kilter,
Might be your only chance at love,
For life, because it's the only opportunity,
To feel above,

The considerations you know don't matter,
Outside of what you need to survive,
Within the structure of society,
Just like an elk fights to stay alive.

But others will tell you, you must first secure,
That survival before the luxury exists,
To think about the space in between,
Just being and consciousness.

And time's alright,
Whether you're sitting in an armchair,
Or leading the revolution,
The truth is always there.

Daggers

You can't escape the daggers,
If you pretend like you don't care,
Or rather, if you truly don't,
Because you're just laying yourself bare.

It is hard but you need some kind of perspective,
That is consistent and outward-looking.
It doesn't matter if it's right at first,
Because you will eventually calibrate,

To what is happening around usually,
And where the hints are of a coming coup.
And these hints are all you'll ever have,
To help protect you.

And it's alright,
If you never want to do something great,
You're basically not living anyway,
So let those daggers penetrate.