Short prose or poetry

Conscious versus Unconscious

Many people speak of their being two "minds" in every individual, the conscious and the unconscious. Waking-consciousness, our everyday life we call conscious. At night we close our eyelids, breathe slower and deeper, and sometimes our eyes flutter. Sometimes we remember confused images when we "awaken." In all honesty, most people experience confused images all the time. I don't see the difference. Nobody knows the whys and hows whether awake or asleep. From where does this division of consciousness arise?

Think Tanks

Right now while you are sitting in your chair reading this article on your video screen there are groups of extremely intelligent future gathered together discussing your future. These people are paid by corporations, governments, and wealthy groups of individuals to arrive at solutions to problems which the bureaucratics who hired them cannot solve. At the highest orders of organization extremely complex and subtle problems plague the world. Overpopulation, hunger, education, disease just to name a few.

Finders

For some millenia now there has been a group of people often refereed to as seekers. In fact it is a archetype of Carl Jung's. A passionate drive for knowledge, then the observation of the frontiers to create new knowledge, then the creative practical use of this knowledge to solve problems is their modis operandi. Many people are and have been seekers who strive with tremendous energy.

One

I see all is one, or more correctly we see ourselves.
Am I separate from this computer on which I type letters grouped to represent visualizations I perceive to be in my head. This Quantum Mechanics ideas are really rocking the philosophical world. Infinite possibilities, yet some I and we, choose some one experience. Or do we? Do I see one thing and feel another?

That''s ridiculous because what I see causes feeling.

Centered

It starts at every point and
Every point a center
When does the apple stop being a
Tree?
Where does the sun end?
The End troubles us greatly
So much so in fact
Forming the first fragment
The Point is center of a whole
Fragments have no center

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be careful on the coming of your desires and the becoming of your decisions

clouds

I find myself caught above these gardens of white, in shapes of dragons, waves of lions, look up you will see, families of waves, celebrating freedom, the way it always has been, unchanging, such an organism, governing the cycle of natures's equilibrium displacement. Sporadic and vivid they shape themselves accordingly. Gestures to the heavens, perceptions to the people. The event horizon of our atmosphere. I deafen the crowd, only to feel the energy of the soft and supple surrounding. An enigmatic shape silhouetting chaotic form.

dogs we have become.

I understand the huge undermining we have constructed for ourselves in that dog population is at odds with humans and I believe in treating animals as equals, though I say when you see a man on the side of the road you don't stop to pick him up, take him home and feed him. We have come to a place where we justify the problems of another man, completely bypassing our own. "He has created it for himself" you hear the clothed passing the naked.

I beg to differ..

"The Giants"

When thinking of systems that make up the collective, one will test their energy potential to various objects in reference to their own. Unlike ourselves, giants are capable of pure alchemy, they drown out the physical light in the flood of their expanding extension, they hoard sound within the depths of their infinite, they clash with the whistling wind, just to dance with it. These structures that are made up of many sections, though completely able to function using the whole, taking separately, discharging collectively. These are "the giants"..

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the hour stands still,
as time drifts slowly through the giants.
an alchemical spark,
energy matrix,
all consuming,
all encompassing,
it is there.. now feel it!