Leftovers
People come and go in your existence in every imaginable way, from sweet to tepid to bitter.
The brew can be intoxicating or depressing, memorable or scarcely remembered.
But all contribute to your frame of reference, your wily bag of tricks.
Your memories ranging from passionate to indifferent.
From affection to mourning to loathing.
The swirl of thoughts in your mind is but a dream,
But how you perceive it, how you comprehend it, is how you roll.
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Never too late to enlighten that self-absorbed horizon,
That small frame of reference, that perspective born of limitation,
To which so many so narcissistically, so hedonistically, so mindlessly, cling.
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The ego, the id, the superego, the character, the persona, the self – call it what you will –
Is nothing more than the sum of imagination’s attachments to all the memories, all the perceptions,
All the recordings in which it harbors, the frame of reference to which it invariably clings.
The echoing that plays over and over as identity, as individuality, as exceptional.
The inexplicable saga born of evolution, the I-am-this-I-am-not-that,
In which the human paradigm perpetually finds fusion.
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Every time you awaken from a long night’s peaceful slumber, or even a pithy siesta,
Your nature-nurture frame of reference reimagines its temporal rendering of the cosmos,
A quantum mystery that has churned quite efficiently, quite effortlessly, while you were absent.
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What are so-called good and evil,
But relative states of self-absorption, imaginary all the while.
Different states of consciousness, founded on different values, different frames of reference.
None of which, are in any way lasting or meaningful, in the eye of awareness.
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The frame of reference gradually enhances with everything you do.
It is the mash for your still of ever-bubbling wisdom,
The brew of the intelligent mind.
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Fashioned by consciousness in the ever-kaleidoscoping theater of space and time,
We all together, each in our own unique frame-of-reference way,
Are co-creating, co-preserving, co-destroying.
Breadcrumbs
It is the long and winding journey
Through so many different frames of reference
That has spiced up this seemingly endless collection of thoughts.