Empty-Handed
February 5th 2007 by Sean in poetry, spiritualityLying in bed, my mind lights up with memories of past experiences. These experiences, once so vivid and real, are now just fragile imprints in the brain. This present moment, so vivid and real, just became past experience. When I try to grasp anything as real my hand reveals emptiness when opened. The flow of time is unceasing. What a miraculous and wonderful thing, to be alive!
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February 5th, 2007 at 12:50 am
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You’re as daft as I am, brother! Was it the mind reliving memory you speak of, while trying for sleep, or a piece of lucid dreaming, transiting the membrane? One cell speaking to another. Tooth imprints on a Corndog. Why question, too succinctly, the origination of friendship? Am so glad you found me!
February 7th, 2007 at 12:51 am
How very linear! ;-P
Don’t forget that you can choose to live in the Eternal Now, even while your perspective is coming from this life experience and thus immersed in the collective conscious illusion of linear time.
But it’s fun to play here, ain’t it?
February 8th, 2007 at 12:51 am
Dakini, I’m accused of linearality? Guilty.
Just wanted to know his ‘memories of past experiences’.
Thought there might be an ember I could blow on.
But I realize they are most likely ‘now just fragile imprints in the brain’.
February 8th, 2007 at 12:52 am
Leela is my middle name
February 8th, 2007 at 12:53 am
No way!
You’re gonna have to explain that one!
Ever get that thing where you feel that
Lying on your bed, the world up from you
Suddenly turns upside down
So you have to brace yourself
From flying up into the midnight sky?
(Sometimes I’m comforted by the roof
Being there.)
February 8th, 2007 at 12:53 am
The Tight Grip Of Oblomov To His Couch…
Or is that ‘Falling Down’? either way…