i have a brain that constantly moves,
pushes material through
its corners and curves,
through its alleyways
and open doors;
like fuel through an engine,
whatever
material I push through it,
it uses --
testing logical connections
and juxtapositions,
applying old formulas,
and looking for new ones ---
No matter what I encounter
or seek to entertain
at any given time
I feed it through
my hungry mind-machine
and produce
hypothesis
Some are wild
and fantastic --- others,
just like a child's puzzle --
easily solved and easily
perceived.
This is some of what
I write
here; some
times, it's a
poem; some
times, it's a
revelation.
Most of the time,
I feel,
my thinking is a
disease.
2 comments:
The Power of Now always seemed to me to be the Thinking Person's guide to Stop Thinking.
Challenging for sure.
'me...thinks too much...too' all the time. non stop. i think so much...it even wakes me up at night...my gears are constantly...uh...grinding...at times...
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