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How To Be A Mentally Sovereign Human

How To Be A Mentally Sovereign Human.

“Most people believe that they are truly free thinkers. Most people are wrong. Most people are controlled by unworthy, unquestioned ideas that were put in their heads long ago by other people.”

Details In The Thread

DETAILS IN THE THREAD

The tree spreads
The fawn is small
Shelters, nurtured

Air – as will water
Will fill or empty
Whatever space
Is encountered
At this time

Large – as small
Dissolves
As time shucks off
Its shackles
And chuckles

Contented

Poet Recalled: Shadorma

POET RECALLED

The bladder
Grabs the microphone
And cries out,
“Come back here.
Bugger creativity.
Prioritise, son!”

Loose Change

LOOSE CHANGE

Endoscopy opens to a hush, closes to applause
Dramatis personæ stride and snivel in between
While the playwright owns up as simply the you
In disguise and of course vice versa – All change!
Newton, Einstein, Erwin and his imaginary cat
A different sounding at each fresh embouchure

Bringing light, demolishing the old – All change!
Revolution on revolution yet nothing changes
Ancient foolishnesses replayed ad nauseam
Minotaurs and dinosaurs strut the halls of power
External, internal weapons of mass distraction

Eternal, essential the pulse the pulse the pulse
Distorted persists, breathes through every pore
Where would we be without our surroundings?
In a flash flood, a roar and a blaze of lightning
The walls of the citadel quiver and fall – All change!
As Alice tiptoes lightly through her looking glass

Boundless waters surround us as above so below
Rivers linger not and carry our bread away
A true love that will neither fade nor wither
Memories drift like leaves torn from a book
Even as the moving hand writes on – All change!

Evenings herald nights overburdened with
Dark eldritch dreams peopled by eery voices
“Wake up at the back there! Pay attention!”
I look around and find myself looking around
“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine …” – “All change!”
“At the third stroke …” “At the third stroke …”

Buy new improved, ditch the old – All change!
Rapine of the earth is not a spectator sport
Advertisements invade us twenty-five-seven
More and more of less is what and all we need
Emergency! Emergency! All hands on deck!

Absurdism: Shadorma

ABSURDISM*

We have dreams
And so we dream life
Where we dream
Of a life
In which we draw a fine line
And then erase it

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* “In philosophy, “the Absurd” refers to the conflict between the human tendency to seek inherent value and meaning in life and the human inability to find any in a purposeless, meaningless or chaotic and irrational universe. The universe and the human mind do not each separately cause the Absurd, but rather, the Absurd arises by the contradictory nature of the two existing simultaneously.

As a philosophy, absurdism furthermore explores the fundamental nature of the Absurd and how individuals, once becoming conscious of the Absurd, should respond to it. The absurdist philosopher Albert Camus stated that individuals should embrace the absurd condition of human existence while also defiantly continuing to explore and search for meaning.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absurdism.

Comments Are Us

COMMENTS ARE US

It is believed by many
The world was created
By a god or a goddess
And we hir creatures
One hand, many fingers

Or maybe two hands
With the one full of light
The other full of darkness
Most of the time it seems
We individuals are hybrids

Putting ever busy hands to
Every last thing imaginable
Building and then destroying
Drowning in our own opinions
Is is what is – Comments are us

The Ultimate Conspiracy Revealed

The Ultimate Conspiracy Revealed

Mumbai

MUMBAI

It’s true some people
Travel to Mumbai overland
Some arrive by air, others by sea

Though they all end up in Mumbai

Yet each of them find themselves
Arriving in a different Mumbai
From that of all the others

Black Hole

BLACK HOLE

They study deep space
The garden is overgrown
Odd priority

Cheep Talk

CHEEP TALK

Talk is cheap
Talk is common
Chitchatting away
Of this and that
Speaks of sunsets
Of suns going down
When it’s backs turning
Obeying a planetary spin
I’ll use plurals here
As each of us
Has a sun

We madmen
Madwomen we
In our hidden hearts
Live in our own dreamtimes
Encircling our own central axis
Round which this outer earth and sun
(With a moon as a loony sidekick)
From birth to death revolve

In truth the sun never sets
Nor does the earth
For that matter
Simply spins
And spins

Metamorphic metaphor
Cloaking the untaught truth
It doesn’t matter if you don’t mind
Take a break for a moment and pause
At the crux – the axis – of all of this and that
Here-I-am & now-is-now & I-am-I & this-is-it
Now where is our next breath coming from?
How do we know that? Actually we don’t
We are an incomprehensible miracle
Given the grace of time to seek
While stars and planets spin

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