Simmer summer august wind gust, monster maple, ogre oak, trees are scary after living with the mushroom desert folk.
The mind hallucinates while being watches; disidentifying with the mind is called job one.
It’s not the dream that’s waking up but it’s the dreamer returning from its trip of self-awareness.
Like an ouroboric fractal universe, the mind is made to endlessly divide if left to its own device.
Mind may be a tool but love is the hand that holds the tool. And love is the hand of the heart of the noumenon.
footnotes
1. leaving santa fe, we were somewhere on the edge of the catskills when the trees began to stranglehold
2. the mind divides, therefore the mind is dreaming. i am, therefore the mind is deconstructing.
3. self-awareness is the evolutionary thread. the needle is enlightening intent.
4. consciousness gets lost in the mind. getting lost in the mind hurts. no one wants to hurt.
5. in other words, mind is a tool, love is non-doing, being is ouroboros, self-awareness is the sacrifice.
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