Welcome to the world within your mind
Throughout the various layers within
This construct you will find disturbing
Sights and fancied flights unnerving
But the substance I assure you is worth learning
To the right you see the labyrinthian stairs
Gravity only appears as you will it, like air
Suddenly lungs appear, their function impaired
Choking to death, death jokes with fear
Since you're new here I'll make things clear
Erasing the atmosphere, look here, no over here
Follow the sound of my voice, the problem, choice
So we'll guide you, I see your questions trust
You forgot to remember that what you think we see
Oh we? we are the other personalities
The reality Is were different versions of yourself
We know your overwhelmed, chaos is overwhelming
But you'll learn to find peace in pieces
Called control, will teach you to bend your will
By creating your world as you go
You see because all of us are infinitely connected
Sometimes ghosts will appear that you haven't projected
That is what happens when the thoughts of another
Bleed through the boundaries of your imagination
Some are lonely benevolent forces looking to interact
Infants abandoned or lost, their energies still in tact
Others are malevolent choices, vampires to be exact
living off the negative energy we create is what attracts
Intuitively you believe you see the future, but
the truth is you're really catching glimpses of our
Subconscious past, time doesn't exist it's only a fabrication
Of a mind at rest, stagnant and struggling to understand
To accept that, which it always knew, but forgets
So we come here to offer you clues but not all
In this temporary construct you call earth have
Your best interests in mind so, the battle wages on
Within the universal connection of what you call
A Gods mind, you exist within the memories being remembered
At a time calculations are being made and perfected
You see the future is where all equations are solved
We've been expecting your question in regards to time
It doesn't exist its only a concept broken into fragments
So as to not overwhelm the senses of ones mind
The past, present and future are all frames of imagination
You're always simultaneously existing in all 3
An example that should be ample is thought travel
You're not really traveling through time
You're perceiving memories or fantasies we've created, subjectively
You're constricted by the limit of your physical body
So comprehension can be quite difficult to understand
But memories are energy that never die but always exist
Within the universe of the universal minds eye
Very philosophical and captivating. Breaking the virginity of one's mind is not an easy thing to do....great write Ed.
This is a stunning Journey Poem! I don't use the word stunning lightly. I've read many times over the past seveal weeks - I've lost track - and every reading has been both an adventure and an education. The society must have chosen a particular time frame in which to reveal to people the truth of their existence which is so different from their experience of it. The tour guide tells them what they learn will be disturbing and unnerving but also substantive. What else can you do but accept the truth? The tour guide gives them two insights - we are different versions of yourselves and this is a journey not through soace and time (both illusions) but through your mind. And what an arena of wonders it is! I love this description - GHOSTS YOU HAVE NOT PROJECTED BUT HAVE BLED THROUGH THE BOUNDARIES OF YOUR IMAGINATION (FROM SOMEONE ELSES) . Some are harmless, others are malevolent.
hmmm to escape the confines of ones self and reach higher then ever before. Well done. I like it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rocking rolling exploration of metaphysical with Jungian undertones, there is so much hear to dissect and read that it requires multiple reads. Im reminded of a quote The beauty about the unconscious is that it is really unconscious, there are so many undertones to how the universe operates that we can only perceive but a fraction of everything around us. For instance the idea that the table in which I write this on the keyboard, is composed of billions of billions of atoms, and the distance between them is but the space of galaxies is something truly breathtaking, this work summarizes it. A tachyon is a good title for it, considering that in many ways it theoretically exists as a time travel particle, our conscience and memories can reflect on the past, and even anticipate future scenarios. We are prisoners of body but not in spirit, what we extract in our consciousness the subconscious is free to dance between the lines. Good shape for modern mysticism. A wonderful philosophical lamentation, the Dao approves.