../melody in chaos
One of the highest pleasures is to be more or less unconscious of one’s own existence, to be absorbed in sights, sounds, places, and people.
Alan Watts
You are the clear blue sky.
Pema Chödrön
Everything else is just the weather.
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Thank you so much, Marc (@disquiet) for thinking of Sterling in this project. As I told Marc in an email exchange where he told me of the dedication in this week’s prompt, my thinking about how the sound waves we produce may somehow go on forever began with the Junto’s week dedicated to the death of Jefferey Melton (@Nofi).…
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a sunny trip thru simulation theory, alan watts, and the watercourse way.
:^D
all the dreams have been blamed
all the sources have been named
there’s no hiding in the shadows anymore
all the ‘steins have been ‘stained
all the acid has been rained
there’s no overriding the code[ch]
we’re on the other side of the end
with no trace no chance to defend
the true meaning of our being, friends
on the other side of the endthe simulation reset
everyone’s free to forget
all the ways we used to agree
and the lines of least resistance
destroyed by destroying
all the ways water courses to the seaeasy to miss when everything’s not right
the signs can hide in plain sight[ch]
alan watts reflected in a disco ball
there’s a rip in the galaxy
sounds like wind through a door
it’s headed for us full speed ahead
we’ve got nothing to lose anymoreso no more running from the past
running from the dark
searching through the void
chasing lovelet’s fly this town tonight
dance away from these city lights
take our cues from distant satellites
let’s fly this townover the horizon lies
a ring of endless light
made of the dreams we carried
through our coldest nightsthere’s no more falling out of time
falling for the cons
calling out in vain
waiting on lovelet’s fly this town tonight
dance away from these city lights
take our cues from distant satellites
let’s fly this town