Eyes blink a story out in slow flash
Panning the scene 360 gathering
in quantum seconds anything of the
what is, what isn’t, what might be
for the mind to feed on like a feral animal
desperate to stay alive, vigilant, clever
Answering even if the answer is
nonsensical, false, irrelevant.
A story must be told, must unfold
The mind has a lustful hunger
It’s unbearable to not have an answer
The eyes grab and gobble the view
Information logs in to the brains diet
of, ‘give it all to me and give it now’
No matter what is seen, what is imagined up
in the in-between of what isn’t really there
in the gulping, the inhaling, the nano seconds
of feeding on sight and sound and sensations
Filling up any second of empty,
Filling up the space between the spaces
Filling and pouring out a story
Making it up as you go along cause
it’s gotta make sense somehow or another
cause no question can go unanswered.
No question can go unanswered
It’s the quiet mind that feeds on silence
Surrenders the questions up to empty spaces
one by one by one making no commentary
Making no edification, making little of
sight and sound and sensations that interrupt
Interrupt the hungry minds insatiable
lustful desire to have an answer to something,
Anything, all things, nothing, feed me
Only, in that busy silence, in that quieting mind
In that letting go of a need to have answers
Is the answer.
