Thursday, March 3, 2016

into the night

Into the night, the very back side of day, down tunnels imaginable, without beginning, nor end, the voices, the colors, the feelings keep thinking and thinking...
What is thought, really? Before even asking why this is happening - what is happening? Before even asking what is happening - who is asking? What is it to ask? Is it a prayer? From who, to who? What is this right now, this here, this very thought, unasked for, immaculate conception - what is this thought? What is thought? Can we awaken from the hope of awakening from the dream of our life of our problems of our hope of our past, in spite of anyone and anything that claims to be this life even though its only being lived right now and only now in this very thought? What is thought, really?