I See You

And you thought nobody cared.

display by Hannah Kaegi; photo by author

Brief:

(suggested background music: Stay High, Brittany Howard)

Balancing dichotomies, teetering boulders of despair and glory. You shine brightest in the dark.

Full:

(suggested background music: What I Got, Sublime)

Whoever you are, whatever you think, we are all in this together. Some people think differently than you. Are you going to be okay?

Your mind is a drunken AI monkey snorting kola nut dust. Your story is a story with a knower, the known, and the process of knowing.

Where the formless takes form. Concealed, revealed, all in the same moment.

Look at all the lovely people. Every single one of them sleeps alone. You might lie with someone, but you always sleep alone.

Seeking always the magic of that moment with nowhere to go, no one to see, nothing to do. Ask your doctor why you kept your mind open so long. Too long?

It’s later than it seems.

Every time we tell a tale, choose an action, or debate a decision we always do the same thing we did before.

You may want to drive nails in someone’s coffin, but you don’t often let it go that far.

But as for that other thing? Soon — and with someone you know.

If there’s no movement, there’s no time. Or space. But if the motion is there, then we have the time and space. Do we incarnate on earth to have the sensation of movement?

Whether or not an entity is observable through motion is irrelevant. Will circumstances and situations generate energy? Or use it up?

Look at anxiety another way: it’s radiation energy that people can feel, so they know how you feel.

The things I think I say. All I want to do is move forward in the queue. All the while watermelon drumming a tune for emotional hurricanes.

Just what is the depth of a frosty blade of grass?

Live one word at a time. For each place you find yourself, find the word that represents it, and live it. ‘Praise.’ ‘Boo.’ ‘Alert.’ ‘Driven.’

A little bit of everything, and not much of anything.

Start answering your phone with ‘What did I win?’

No fear of the future. No shame of the past.

Is memory one of the monkey mind traps we fall into?

Do we need memory? Or is it something that keeps us from the zero point, the pineal activation that propels us into other frequencial (yes, I’m trying to fuse frequency and sequential) dimensions?

Is memory the method that gives meaning to our lives? What would we be without memory?

Lines are getting blurrier. We’re all connected somehow; the blurry mix of differences — where does one thing end and the other begin?

It doesn’t matter what you believe. It doesn’t matter how you fall on your knees. As long as you share your love.

Share your love.