Life is the relative presence of
metathoughts
Death is just a relative absence
of thoughts
Happening as it is, happened as
it was
Scripting the ride, lost in the
celebrated void
Caught in the hide, away to the
treacherous jive
The vibrating nonsense, the
agitating moondance
Trespassing the soliloquy of you
and me and us
Somewhere to the known territory
beyond this life
Away from the amorous wilderness,
a journey
To the metathoughts where all
that is you and me
Where all that is to aspire is
the thought of us
Where all that is to be spoken is
only through the silence thus
Where absence or presence doesn’t
make sense any more
Where betrayal or acceptance
doesn’t come to the fore
Life is the relative presence of
thoughts of us
Death is the absolute absences of
thoughts of us
Happening it is, for-ever it is
to be
Air melts, outlines dissolve..
The song gets the spontaneous
tune,
A flow,
Weaving the magic of your
unspoken words
Attuned to the calligraphy on
that unsung ink
Charting the territory of the
virgin wilderness
Eyes dig deep, go deeper, to find
nothing, but
To be lost again in the magic of
us
That tells me,
The beginning of you and me,
reliving the joy of
That eternity of us..
Where are you has never been the
question
For-ever it is to be, the
eternity of us, is the
Only proposition..
Why did you do so does make for
thoughts
It ceased to be between you and
me a long ago
It was to be, and it is between
me and me
Straddling my soul,
In thoughts, with metathoughts
To my territory beyond this
life..
