Soup of the Mind

Ocean waves rolling,

two souls witnessing the expansiveness,

a man and his loyal dog.

Jagged rocks, flying seagulls, geometric lines in the sand.

Breezes coming in through my window as I observe it all.

Within the world, but not of it.

The chaotic static sounds like a sacred hymn,

as my little black kitten lays on my drawing pad,

children's books about how to create strewn about.

Caffeine and lots of water,

as my mind takes a very violent flight,

the usual route through internal stimuli.

Exact tones of voice that bring up memories,

in this soup of the mind.

The ether permeating,

making me the center.

But i want to be small like a drop in the ocean.

The technological exactitude,

a catharsis of line,

a touch here a touch there,

a warm grazing against me.

All random disorganized thought,

speechless by what I've seen,

nerves dulled and shot.

The disappointment of a world i had to let go.

This truth is my testament.

I listen for the the word of God,

He has spoken with each curve of my body.

Deformed by the subject entering the background and the background entering the subject.

The subjective experience of noises and repetitive sounds,

hauntingly beautiful, someone was here.

The spotless peaceful mind,

a warmth and home in myself

to be one with what is good,

and to be in the moment

to be a human being.