I subscribe to leading a life directed by a knowledge that memory is not only some place in your brain, that memory is stored in the muscles, nerves, and cells of your body and that when you learn to trust that memory you can live poetry.
When you watch yourself
And watch your habits, eventually
You can’t help but want to make them better.
Consciousness is like a net; it can either catch you, or trap you.
We are here to discern change and differences. Which we do well, sometimes too well.
Am I comfortable right now? Does this benefit me? Is this what I want?
I’ve been here before.
I need to name this feeling.
Perhaps it’s not any one feeling, it’s a thousand things tied into one knot.
Intent on tension; intension
dis-ease; unable to be at ease; disease.
Within a web of consciousness
The more I try to explain, the more I try to be understood, the more I wriggle, the tighter the bind
Let me explain;
Consciousness is a net
Like a murder of crows
Undulating caws, in unison,
What one crow sees, and knows,
The whole knows and sees.