the human condition.

you think you can feel time

but it’s all just a blink in the eye

of eternity.

eternity exists only in minds

the minds exists in spiral universes

that began from nothing.

we live on through air that is pushed off of our tongues

and given meaning by each others ears

not in cemeteries

the universe lives on through us

Now is just the eye of a needle

poking through a flat sheet called

space-time

Love is the fact that

I can sit here

and share all of this with you

L

OVE

H

U

MAN

C

O

NDITION

blink.

to disappear with you

would be to exist

without duress

i'm walking where i've walked before

but with new eyes

you make me appear

connectedness.

these asphalt arteries

carry me from

x to y

everyday.

the train car I sit in

like a pill,

fills each stop en route with intention

this concoction of people;

the hearts that surround me,

are no mistake

are not random

our paths are separate

our love is the same

we share air

centre kills center.

as i ramble on,

your ears

become the universe.

they encompass all that

ever wasis

your eyes could fill

the darkness

with sunlight

and be the centre

of it all

a smile from a stranger.

in the hustle and bustle

of overcrowded streets

some eyes

appear empty

some eyes

appear half full

in this sea

of skin and breath and hair,

a smile from a stranger

fills me up

building your Self

when I was younger, I used to look forward to p.a. days so that I could have the house to myself. I used to love being home alone. now, it seems as if I am home alone all the time. as you age, the constructs of 'home' get replaced by a naked form of self sufficiency and independence. while these two things can feel great at times, there still seems to be a yearning for something more. I believe this is natural. we come from a generation where a lot of what our parents do for us, we take for granted. it is also very difficult to live up to our parents expectations in terms of living their lifestyle. generation x consciousness is far more nomadic in its ideals and form than the previous baby boomer's. with this nomadic disposition comes a lot of soul searching. with soul searching comes a sense of being forlorn. our generation has the luxury of being able to do this. I see many people in fear of existing in this forlorn seemingly aimless state.

we are allowed to dream. if you can gain the ability to deconstruct and strip down the social frameworks around you, you begin to feel a strong sense of being and solidarity. you can exist outside these social frameworks and still be successful and happy. believe it or not, it is very difficult to be who 'you' want to be in this world. when you are who you want to be, you are able to embrace who someone else wants to be in loving arms. our generation has an immense amount of potential towards positive change in the world. but that is an entirely separate reflection for another day.

one of the miracles in life is that we can build realms over top of rubble.

where God is hiding.

I used to feel my being

caving in

under the weight of its own existence

the shallow breaths

deep within my chest

were nothing

compared

to the searing

pressure of

externalexistence.

the outside world is heavy,

it presses inwards.

Consciousness is only a vacuum,

it selectively chooses

what quanta to

suck in

and

spit out

the quanta that it cannot choose

is where God is hiding