Mystery 2

As a fractal creation

I embody information

Perhaps I already know

The script to this galactic show

As a part of the whole

And a part and a whole

Body, mind, and soul

How much am I in control

Of my true destiny? 

Is free will likely to rescue me

From my own limitations 

If I can't handle the information

That I am nothing special

In a universe on the threshold 

Of losing all its meaning 

I can't help but seeing

All the miracles of existence 

I don't need to build a fence

Between me and the other

When I am sharing with my brother

In this chain of relationships

Where separation doesn't really exist

There is no boundary 

Between what we call you and me

Contents of my Consciousness

Mystery I

This universe is greatly vast
It holds the future, present, and past
Contained in a block
As solid as rock
No, probably not
That's quite a long shot
When we only know about two percent
Of this place where human bodies we rent

I need to know its mysteries
To put my floating mind at ease

Resolve the fallacy of misplaced concreteness
And put my subjective perspective to test

In an infinite infinity
I might not be the only me

Eleven dimensions or something like that
The four I experience is enough to blow my thinking hat

Living in this space-time
Where gravity still holds me down

What matters is not the matter
99% space and a ton of mind-chatter

Where does consciousness emerge?
I'm always looking for its upsurge
But I can't seem to find
Where it flows out of my mind
Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place
Perhaps microtubules is where I should gaze?
When they quantumly synchronize
Penrose thinks the mind arise

But I am still not sure
There has to be something more
It's not just physical
Perhaps inter-dimensional
Most certainly intangible
Completely unimaginable
But I have to know
It messes with my flow
This uncertainty of being
Believing but not seeing
What makes it all come alive
The consciousness that makes us thrive

Carousel of Perfection

Spinning round and round

Faster and faster

I try to catch my breath

But there is no time

No moment to stop

And appreciate the colors of the horses

The intricate design of the moving mandala

People getting on and off

The golden leaves on the ceiling

Amber wood beneath my feet

But I do see the staircase

Leading to the second floor

Oh, how I wish I could get up there

To see so much more

More than I ever knew before

I am sure the horses and the people and the golden leaves

Are so much better there

I am sure I will taste happiness

Once I get 

Upstairs

I don't even know its a ride

A goddamn ride

Never have I ever stopped to wonder 

Why

Why I am on it

Why I seek to excel

Why there is no difference

Between my heaven and my hell