The Tao of language: the WORD is the destination, the definition the journey.

Each observer carries different waves
which, keep in mind, are abstract.
We therefore, output different wave-function
which I would interpret not scientifically
but as the quality of will,
the child of perception.

With "reality" as a foundation,
I question the Scientist.
As this quanta suggests, there is place
for alternate universes, which,
perhaps, accept every collapse?
In the search for understanding
of the GREAT EXPANSE,
the unlimited wave of Everything-beyond-Time,
reality will never be a concrete vessel.

Reality is your consciousness.
And your consciousness is of easy influence.

I'm a little bit frightened
to think of boredom,
and the on-going struggle, and chastity,
even, and those other things.

I let my experience absorb me
and I dabble, literally,
through the puddles of memory
and think myself a child.
Except that now
I can recall my childhood.
I trace every era,
every secret,
that has put me here
beneath this moon.

Do you know how a poor person
may be rich?
Language is not a prefix
to the depth of thought.

I think of the latitude
of our galaxy
and the longitude
of our galaxy
as a layer
of galaxy-product
in the parallel of universes.
they are interconnected
but still
logically stacked.
I think of dimension now,
piercing through every
collective wave
but gently,
subtly,
as the string of height
and, co-operative together
I can envision the particle whole.

Is there a concept
in the developers mind
adjacent to Time?

I think of the trinity: emotional, physical, mental.
Writing this now, as incarnation I am Being
the physical aspect of my soul.
Though, the "soul" I am thinking of,
actually,
is the mental aspect of my soul.
You see, that energy itself goes beyond.
And emotion is what?
That undefined wave?
In this life I may think
and I may feel
but I AM.
When I am thought
how do feelings change?
Do they become temples?
They are aesthetic, they are colour.
When I am thought
what is touch?
Something I know about
though it remains a mysterious reality.

How far out must I be to encompass emotion?
Must I be the moon?
When I am thoughtful,
I may still myself in place
and lend myself to the physical world
as I
in this state of flesh
may sit herself down
and think.

Yes.

The mind is a higher place.
It has no body.
It is breathless.
When the time comes for me
to accept conclusion and release
myself from this somatic home
at death in my wise-age
so is the pain of mind at human birth.
There is a thought process involved,
allowing death and especially
latching onto fetus.
I wonder, the trauma that a soul
may inherit by sudden death,
is there also a trap to impregnate
a soul to earth?
Thrust into a bleak life
starved in a purgatory?

I do know I AM THE UNIVERSE, but
our souls are individual for a long time.
There are paths, like strings,
like pure, pulsating energy.
I feel as if I have watched earth
since her astro-birth.
And was there, in spiritual community,
discussing which constellations should be
involved for the personalities of this planet.
Let's make this world ironic. Challenging,
but so beautifully serene.
Now, who wants to go first?
And who will be their children?

I want to live at the turn of Pisces to Aquarius, I think,
that will do my soul good.