I am not my story
the narrator past
obviously his suffering
was never mean to last

no one bullied me
they helped me forged a man
into a lover of life
a healer of the land

I have no regrets
no blame to invest
I’d actually like to thank
the universe for this test

we didn’t come from our parents
we were only passing through
I’d like to thank them both
for the hell that they once knew

I am not a story
trapped within a book
I am a poet
the past is what it took!

My faith is renewed by the forces of nature,
from her swirling winds to her raging typhoons.
The face of the sun shines life ever lasting
Her stars speak of love beyond the tomb

The earth is our mother, trees whisper her name
Our flesh and her soil are one and the same
Her rocks cry out and her skies hear the calls
Her rivers flow free as a serpent that crawls

There is strong magic in the music our universe sings
Such a small little planet yet what pleasure she brings
Of all these celestial spirits her body collects
Through an imminent source we all connect

So come lie with me in a soft bed of flowers
We will dream the dreams of kings and queens
‘Til we wash away in warm spring showers
And dine upon the wisdom that nature brings

To master my reality
I give it my all
To be one with nature
I obey natural laws
To experience this life
Of such pleasures and pain
To run in this race
Where winning is vain
To live like a fool
So eternally wise
To be loved unconditionally
Beyond my demise
All of these things
I hold in my heart
Creatively shaping
My collection of art

I wish I could delete all the good memories
Of the place and time
Ever lingering
In my mind
To erase the pain of missing them
Time after time
In hindsight

If...
The engine of the universe
Is
Mathematical in nature

Then...
The circuits of consciousness
Are
Fundamentally incomplete

There is no scientific definition of consciousness

Reality is bleak
In the eyes of a scientist
Drowning
In the laws of physics.