Self-contained in a ball of bone, Loctite on gears
In the prefrontal cortices of one and all
Keeps the thinking processes inferior to
Those beyond our existence. Yet there are those who
Can with others communicate like a phone call
But with no means apparent, or so it appears.
To believe this is true, one ought not take offense
To the programmed stupidity thoughts have become.
European influence has given too much
Importance to thinking. The true self we won’t touch,
Fearing that to most others we would appear dumb.
The more active the mind, the less there’s common sense.
It blocks communication, the rational mind,
Through the pure nonexistence, with others we know.
Everyone thinks they’re smart, and this gets in the way.
No one dares call me stupid. I’ll fuck with their day!
Yet I must overcome this in order to grow
To a deeper knowing of the state undefined.
Thought, the thin outer layer of something much bigger,
Can be trained to be silent. The innermost core
Connects to the nonphysical which is the lap
Of the whole of existence. We’re able to tap
Into infinite intelligence and much more
Than the mind can imagine. This has to occur.
Otherworldly insights from that which is beyond
May flood into the clockwork of rational thought.
That is its highest function – Be Still And Receive
And send out to all others. I firmly believe
That the time-gravity curve in which we are caught
Provides us means to infinitely correspond.