The timelines are like spider's webs weaving and unraveling;
All the places here to there with no need for traveling.
Energy transitions and takes on many different forms;
Order looks like chaos when society has endless norms.
The frequencies are shifting and I feel them in my head;
I'd rather be dying to live than trying to live when I'm dead.
Illusions come and go like the thought forms that they are,
we may be ghosts in a shell or just some spirits in a bar.
Will it even matter when we make it to the end,
or will we still be bickering with enemy and friend
The contrast is the only context that I seem to find
when I'm dwelling in these lonely recesses of my mind.
Thanks to @amanardis for the awesome gif.
I like the art, I like the rhymes! I always rhyme when I write poetry, it’s embarassing. Why does it seem cooler when you do It? Lol
I possibly missed the meditative hook and the philosophical teachings, too distracted by the kaleidoscope of colors!
I don't think it hurts to rhyme,
At least not some of the time.
Glad you think that’s so
Will try and have a go!
(Or maybe not 😂)
Meditation, Contemplations and ponderings, thanks for sharing @clayboyn.
Nice flow, Clayboyn — philosophical ponderings woven into rhymes. I like.... ⭐️
In Two words
Awesome poem