Will I cast a deaf eye

 

Will I cast a deaf eye?

Will I turn a blind ear?

Will me be you and you me?

Or will the line be thicker now

Broader even.

 

When does sound become movement,

and movement become thought?

Is sound the absence of silence

or is silence all sounds, like white light is all color?

 

Is awareness the prism where all passes through,

to become palatable, touchable, knowable?

Is mind no more than an innocent bystander,

catching but a glimpse of what the universe offers?

 

All is of energy, nothing is without,

the driving force,  the binding agent,

the what that makes you me and in reverse.

Change direction and it makes form, sound, touch.

 

What makes energy change direction?

Intention of...

Random action of...

Collision of the line between you and you...

 

Mind will never know or draw the picture clear.

but I will try.

I´ll try and fail.

But I will get close, if I can only let the paint brush go.

Let color pass back through the prism into pure white,

containing all motion, all love.