Morning Notes

What is the nature of consciousness

“Ones ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature”

Spiritual consciousness is difficult to define

“Don’t stop to think of words but to see the picture better”

Great minds move us forward, although not on their own accord – Time does not allow for the natural process of deep insight, except in rare cases, to be completed by one person in one lifetime – but with the help of synthetics, experimentation in substance, sexuality, other physical modes of progression, those great risks in which only our immortal sense of consciousness benefits and not the delicate body, only with the assistance of outside catalysts can the common genius prolong perfect death.

“They say that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains”

Native thought, primordial thought, the original and therefore most interesting insight into Nature – our visions which we carry around in our head like memory, our consciousness, not an imitation of something else boring and unoriginal and rarely worth more than that which has already been done better…

“record epiphanies of the day”

see the picture and describe it

“This is one mortal world we’re in, and this is the one and only chance to write it like a bible”

Refer to Her

Strictly speaking
self expression
an
I can do this
so well
sort of attitude
a uniqueness
I utter
the finest
verbal
drool
my dear
mouth
has marked

my words

In search at sixteen
for relief
from
teenage drama scenes
and bitter
romance flings
words key
to my recovery
from young
adolescent
ramblings
and reality
jabbing me
in a broken-hearted
stupor

I wrote
in diary code
my over
dramatized
entries
of love
and similar subjects
the beginning
of madness
(I will not cease
from recording

The goal
of my whole
being
is write
in possibility
of lasting immortality
like an attempt
at harpooning
in one long shot
Leviathan
the sacred mark
of my
beating
all existing
still in extinction
fossilized
in art magazines
or perhaps
in other heads
a family conversing
over half truths
echoes bouncing
on numerous sheets
of white tree

Walk old fingers
around the yard
play
fetch the word
take an ink leak
here this
everyday activity
such habitual
dependence
fingers
play on keys
or pen

That is
to say
this must be done
everyday
regardless of
power
that comes
but some
may not understand this
yet

now
silence is on hand
with me
and evening
blooming in dark
an open window
airs out space
in room
fan chops away
too
and
everything
thinks
about
every
thing
and
something wonderful
wafts in

Love is love is
love
deep down
all good
has challenges
stays good
in fine balance
this
collection of written
words
knows all the
yous
and clues me in
on this
run through
of feet walking
life
full of gloom
pity
guilt for
the gone money
and the questions
what to do
next
adapt kindly
find an outlet
and get it out