State Of Being Poem by Margaret Alice Second

State Of Being



Rolemodel - what a strange concept this is, young
girls choose the strangest creatures to emulate -
such as empty-headed Barbie dolls, literally - one
such devotee even undergoes hypnosis to empty
her head of all thought in order to be as mindless

as a plastic doll, surgery to remove her lower ribs
to have as thin a middle while practising to be as
useless as a plastic blob & some people choose
a "Plastic Cube" to represent their essence when
asked to fantasise their preferred desert scene

Plastic does not withstand weathering, scratches
& stains mar the plastic surface & heat destroys
its original form - much better to choose perfect
crystal glass to represent inner being & emulate
a creative person instead of a plastic symbol of

immobile emptiness, indicative of a deep-seated
belief in meaninglessness WHILE the mere fact
of existence is Sensational Cellular Activity - and
even a doll's molecules dance in the awareness
which keeps it from falling into non-existence

The destruction of thought processes goes against
all logic ignoring the quantum world's probabilities
from which the bright mind of every sensory being
fashions realities; MINDLESSNESS is as artificial
& impossible as trying to imagine NO freedom -

And doesn't form part of the intersubjective reality
of time and space imposed on spiralling energy to
form sensory phenomena as living symbols of the
infinite variations on possible themes & to change
the past by inserting dreams between the thin

Outlines of inherited fairy tales and myths; choosing
different aspects from multidimensional possibilities
of parallel probabilities - thus existence is a dance
of the loving & intelligent quantum energy, where
all awareness is spellbound in the recreation of

Future & past from current physical and spiritual
manifestation, I conclude that positing a state of
being without consciousness is impossible in all
facets and aspects of physicality…

Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,joy,philosophy
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