when thought becomes state
i have gone
caught wind of a freedom like no other
free of thought
free of want
free of action
you instead, are these things
and you can change.
this is not me speaking, it is you.
is there anything you will say here too?
i cannot change you.
you think you are you
so you’ll be that
and you won’t know you;
like water
i watched his muscles move
i watched him closely
and love grew
he was brilliant
i always spot the brilliant ones
what sun comes to bring its light to me
what days begin and end with a voice in my body
what is this voice that dreams as me?
this waking whisper crawling?
what wonder
what doubt
what curiosity
what is this voice that screams as me
silently
my head ringing
i stand in a puddle around me
it is murky with desire and narrow thoughts of me
i stand quite still
bugs fly on me
they bite
as i stand as still as i can be
don’t try to do anything
just listen
engage what comes
what comes is a wave
of energy
of light
of happiness
dissipating
it is beauty as it stops
on its own
like a rolled tire wobbling
it swerves gracefully
comes to an end
of its own becoming.
excerpted 20Aug2019 from a longer sad note I wrote this summer. 27 references to “me” in this short bit. that is a great deal of focus on my own shit, good to remember there are more thought options than this.
photo: ss of student footage from our sessions at creative current, columbus ohio august 2019
(this post edited 23aug2019)
Cole G 