Breadcrumbs 2018
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 churning of thoughts in your mind, is but a dream,
But how You perceive it, how You comprehend it, is how You roll with it.
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Never too late to expand that self-absorbed horizon,
That frame of reference, that perspective born of limitation,
To which so many so narcissistically, hedonistically, 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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Your frame of reference steadily enhances,
With everything You discern, with everything You do.
It is the pulp, the mash, in the still of your ever-bubbling wisdom.
The distillation of the intelligent mind, the distillation of the intelligent design.
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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.