Grain, water, & house of mirrors

[(just finished this real quick like, but wrote it a while back)This is probably just like spoken word stuff...it doesn't rhyme much if at all.]

Sand
No expectations
a grown child looks

grains of sand and space in between
room to be

Who's to say?
no one to ask
no one to answer

emerging linear ingredients
subject, object, observer
can "seeing" be seen?
or is it the effortless action used by thought?

grains and water mingle to create a stream
a map,
a separate meaning in the corner of a seam

freedom is already there
you are the master
thought says otherwise
in the present is when it does so

one grain has no relationship, no continuity with any other thought
unless we think it
language is a tool

house of mirrors & smoke swallows up space

we don't know, but what we do know is fog on the inside of the window

its from where we keep talking & thinking inside here....and then we can't see

relax, be vulnerable, open up...........realize you're the only ONE and so am i

we are the universe expressing itself and even that's a guess put into terms of modern culture.

its the journey, not necessarily the destination because everything is subject to change.

It's the goggles we're wearing that matters most. Remind me of this!

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And now, Three lyrical quotes from Andrew Bird

"Nomenclature's washing away
Oh it's washing us all away"

"it was anything but hear the voice
that says that we're all basically alone"

"you can't be found when the bell rings
you weren't there that day for the naming of things"