Do you not feel yourself grow
As you move your eyes from the stars in the sky
To the blades of grass below

Holding strong to your ego
An attempt to escape relativity
Grip to the oneness we know

Do you not feel yourself change
In the sensation of new experience
Becoming one with you, strange

I can feel the movement of that tree as if it were speaking with me. I watch as it stands still with little breeze to see the movement in its bark swirling and swirling up and around speaking of its history. As my life simply is a mere moment, can it even notice me? I stand in awe to watch its branches dance as its leaves seem to reach out to me. How does it see its life in what I see as a perpetual state of tranquility. Can it hear as I say hello, or like a little insect, would I know if were to speak to me, or in their time do the mountains even know of the tree. How simple life is made to be -

It gets across the point if the earth really is alive,
If you were interviewing a butterfly,
Standing on the branch of an oak tree.
Now, a butterfly lives only for a few days
But an oak tree can live for over a thousand years.
If you were to ask the butterfly:
Do you precede the object of which your standing is being alive?
The butterfly would say: of course not. I've been here all my life
It is all five days, and the tree hasn't done a thing
Well, it's the same problem with the human being
If you would ask a person
Perhaps one that's lived for a hundred years
They precede the earth, which is really 5 billion years old, is being alive
They would say: of course not. I've been here my whole life, and it hasn't done a thing.
The earth really is alive.

I feel the space that I can't touch
You are invisibly everywhere
I see the way that you think
But I can't say it's real

I'm letting you go, dear past
you're the ether that scientists thought to carry the light
they discovered you don't really exist (the speed of light is invariant for every observer)

I have things to live, new adventures to imagine
the dream scared to wake up
dear, it's time to take a chance...

'Cause
She won't be there again to write in my cherished books
And I will give her a happy ending and say hello when we meet again
She was so nice but left unexplained and there is nothing to do

And if you by chance knock my door again, ask for a cup of tea
please remember you won't stay after 10 unless you're real

I'm keeping some music preserved, you know
like the stars save a million years that you can travel to
they found a lifetime it's actually enough (time dilates and space contracts)

I have memories to make, friendships to shield
the soul afraid of dying
hey, now learns to live and fly...

'Cause
He won't remember the tears I shed some nights before
Or how he kissed me in the parking lot when we thought nobody watched
They were so sweet, dear, but have never happened at all

We can talk like old friends, forgotten lovers, listen to some songs
please remember you are a treasure but you are gone

She fell in love with an astronaut,
their distance lightyears away.
She believes that he fell in love with her, too.
“For the galaxies are beside me, and a vast of possibilities laying
outside the metal surrounding me,
i kept falling back into your pull of gravity.”
And she still does, when she grows old every day, waiting
he stays the same, feels the same, thinks the same.

But she fell in love with an astronaut,
their distance lightyears away.
Everything under her feet moves faster,
And in space - time slows down, Relativity kicks in.
And every day she wishes, that the Earth would stop revolving
the years stop counting, and
she would stay the same, feel the same, think the same.
She hoped, she dreamed, she failed.

She fell in love with an astronaut.
Her nights linger on tinkering on stars
and planets, and space. She wanted to wait,
she grows old, he slows it down, she couldn’t.
He is lightyears away, and time is running out.
She was in love with an astronaut,
and he was meant to be there, not with her,
not ever.

do we ever see the world
in an undiluted state?
i walked through the city streets today
and saw the world double blurred
through the haze of rainwater on my glasses
and the clear bubble of my umbrella

do we ever look at things
and simply see them, without an established frame of reference?
is it even possible to look at something
and see it as it is and not through the telephoto lens of the life you've lived?

does it matter that we look at the world
and can only ever see the things we see?
'is your orange my orange' sounds like a silly absurdity
a quirk of language and the subjectivity of human thought
does it matter there's no way for us to know the answer?

everything we see is filtered through the lens of the lives we've lead
your experiences color your vision like a pair of tinted glasses
my orange will never be your orange
the same way no two things ever truly touch

when you take someone's hand, your skin never really touches on an atomic level
when you look at the city streets blurred with rain you don't see the same thing as the person standing beside you
the important things are not the not-truly-seeing or the not-truly-touching

the important thing is that humans will always try
i will always try to see your orange
i will always try to touch your skin

What is love?
I believe i'm close.
Once I was the victim of love at first sight.
It was a moment of euphoric happiness.
then was that not it?
not so much the person, but more of the moment.
so in a since wouldn't you want to always find these tiny moments?
just a being in life looking for pure moments of love?
isn't that life? billions of tiny moments intrinsically one with a bigger moment?
let us find the people that give us these perfect moments and surround ourselves with them.
let us focus on the moment and thrive there, because that is when we are the happiest.
when one thinks outside they moment they begin to find sadness, or sorrow.
the past, the present, and the future, not the present as situation.
situational present is not the same as current moment because the situation or problem is brought on by the past or the future which creates sadness.
happiness is present moment that is un-situational.
stay in the moment.
that is love, life, now.
some people already live like this, unknowingly or knowingly.
it would not matter.
these few are fortunate and the found ones.
they do not frown, they do not attach.
they love, and thrive with the ones who love.
together they will change the world not purposely or knowingly.
they will change there own realities and the world will change with them.
What is love?
I believe we are close.

Western Society

Hi, my name is “Happiness!”

“I” will tell you your name!
It is John…..

My name is “John?”
“John” is going to smile!

“I” need you to be anything you want!
As a matter of fact, do whatever you want!
Inside this box along this top and that bottom!

“John” can smile only in the box?
Where is the box?

“I” need you to stop calling yourself John!
You are “I” now!
While you’re at it, you can no longer ask questions!

“I” can smile.

“I” think it’s weird you smile all the time!

I…I…I…I……..

I’m not happy anymore. I don’t feel the same.

Hello? Hello? Where did “I” go?