Created By Thinking... Endlessly Poem by Chuy Amante

Thinking is creating
and each thought breeds another
a birth control issue and you
are their slutty Mother.

One led to two, and two too had four more
and on and on and on it went,
hear we are a few thousands years later
and we are drowning in hate and war.

Two choices you have now
think it out very slow
they will determine
EVERYTHING
come on,
let's go.

First of all, if you love this place
all its beauty and it's maddening pace
you can continue to create it
you're its only saving grace

Now if you've been real creative
and now you want to rest
'ceasing thought' is where
you end this holy mess

What you drop from thought
really does not exist!
How quickly can you make it,
moving down the dropping list?

It may exist for others
but to you it does not
continue on this course
till you've pared down thought

When the thoughts stop flowing
disappearance will be gone too
when there is no thought
there is no thinker, you

So who in the world created
all of this sick stuff?
Each one who was a thinker!
A riddle not too tough?

So when the thinker is gone
~Beingness abides~
when Beingness gets boring,
even it subsides!

Then a thought pops up!
Right there front and center
a new Creator is at hand
the new cycle (Alpha)
and in the beginning, man

Thought comes first
and then physicality
it grows and it grows
until a finality
(Omega)

When you are tired
and want to have all fade
sit still in silence
while creation is unmade

Let go of all that's out 'there'
turn in, let go of thought.
Find what you get
and find what is not.