The following is a series of old poems and aphorisms I discovered in some old notebooks. They reveal the fledgling mindset of a young persons philosophical awakening. They contain equal measures of innocence and insight – and are valuable in helping me remember just how deep someone still in their teens can think about things.
When enamored with life we fear death,
When we fear life we become enamored with death.
They say nothing existed before the beginning,
They say nothing will exist after the end.
When enamored with nothing we fear experience,
When enamored with experience we fear nothing.
The greats always awoke to their pain, and went on a quest: to try conquer it – and each and every single one comes back and tells the same story – Life is to suffer, but reason and meaning have authority over that suffering.
In the world I see – all the cities have been washed away and all that lives are endless jungles, pocketed with strange domes and hi-tech towers. There are mid-forest clearings filled with humans doing yoga and meditating. Each equipped with microchips behind their eyes. They hunt the surrounding forests for fruit and food. Beneath each full moon they pilgirm to the great fallen industrial cities. They carry with them their dead from the past month. They take any local psychedelics and conduct celebrations as they burn the bodies on funeral pyres while dancing as the souls journey back into the cosmos.
Wisdom is a habit.
Reality is a computer which we code using language.
Poetry is the most refined coding language we possess.
A Meditation: I struggle with focus – but I try to remember. Remembering is hard – how much do I miss? how much have I forgotten! I have lost it all – and it is my body that remembers. I wind on back to childhood and see sketches of Australia – and I see myself as a child with a bowl cut hair – and I feel heavy and forlorn – for that innocence is gone. We are always a child – a newborn to the moment – and the child is Christ within – the Beckett redeemer. How I want to remember it all – how I want to go as far back as my past lives – to remember infinity.
How many people have been through the roll of death since time began? and broken down to Christ, or Buddha, or Love – calling on them for forgiveness? and of these hearts – which have asked for the final chance to truly live?