The Eternal Now

2 - 11 - 2026

The eternal now. It's just like riding a bicycle it's a balance. Relaxing into listening to some jams letting vision blur feeling the hum of the engine getting through a few rough patches. Pushing through at first not too focused on writing form or readability. Continuing the movements. Dissolving into the sound. Deepening breath letting shoulders relax with breath and fall. Deep breath inhale and refresh just floating space in constant movement the thought direction the reference point from which all other emanates and from all the burning stars I honor the limitless other reference points for existence and the relative nature of it all and the persistence of the illusion and solidity of that which is many things and nothing for all is everything and nothing is everything. We are everything and nothing. A simple line. Born from dust. Chemicals pushed together functioning according to physical natures of low and the physical nature are one channel, from one reference point from any unique observation becoming a stationary reference that can be see in many prismatic ways. Overlapping thoughts cascade. Birds in my wakes code streaming in editors, concepts and philosophical treatise to consider. Most also scraps as what generally comes but with enough effort and review and refinement something emerges with taste and depth. If it catches my eye is that not something. Perhaps not. Meaning is entirely in the giver which assigns its value. Rising, falling. The breath the letters, the music it all comes together and everything is simply a happening and yes Alan Watts all is doing is nothing it. As it transpires free of judgement and as pure a translation as can be managed which requires a modicum of that which could be called cliche, fluff elementary grade school this and that and that may be so and if indeed the case well then, we just make the cursive look that much more sophisticated and, yet there are limits to the physical recording of thoughts and producing lines upon further review I allow for deciphering into what may not be logical in the tiniest. Or giantest. And when it all becomes to much well then it may come down to just the spacing from one letter to the other so we can keep the energy the tempo and keep up with space constantly spinning around me as I sit solitary only I ply able to capture the internal dance I tune hypnose to universe and lay down device to capture the electrical pulses of my mental machinery.

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