ZOOM IN

the journey has taken me to this observation on what the journey really was

during the course of the cycle I have opened my ears to some driving force

yet it is late

yes I should be sleeping

but I am taking the time to make my last entry in this book

I guess I should start to zoom in on the vowel sound I make so that I won’t have to reinvent the wheel

I’ve been asking myself lately what is this and what is that

the truth is I don’t know and can’t know

I’ve got it all figured out yet

there are rules in this continuum and I have disciplined myself to follow them

this has coincided with my self induced mouth sore which has the habit of springing from a corrected zero

there are multiple options in closing one’s eyes to the world of the awake one is celebrating the joy of the illumination that pours in each new day as it has always been doing

NOW I ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT

there has been a long period of silence prior to my writing this

during this time I have contemplated the reconciliation of concepts that have appeared before there was no existence of them

I made this up and now I actually believe it

one must listen to the muse and not speak through it

perhaps I realized this a long time ago and this labor of love is symbolic of that realization

this work preceded its existence

it’s part of an interconnected representation of an inner and outer way of letting things slide and coincide and getting it all down on paper

but the truth is it’s not going anywhere

I am still learning how to steer this vehicle and if you take a corner unctuously you can flip the whole thing over and all of its contents with it takes considerable strength to harmoniously break this silence without finding your one liners smeared aboard a discontinued model of wattage that luminaries are already planning their study of basic subjects

taking apart the pieces and putting them back together in a cinnamon scented hashish ball rolled down the stairs as I was running up them

careful to step on each of them