The Thinking MinorityA Poem by John StussySeem like the product of the mind of a madman? Good.
A plane
Lived upon by all
But not necessarily viewed all the same
By each individual
Walking its surfaces.
Do we really live on,
And share, one world?
Not in MY eyes.
Not in the opinion that matters to ME.
The physical world,
This spinning rock,
Is what nearly all consider to be
Our place of existence,
Singularly lived upon
By multitudes of others
That look
Sound
Feel
The same.
Those thinking in these terms
Are in fact the unthinking majority.
Yes, we live
Upon the same plane.
But no, we do not share a world at all.
Every answer is different
From person to person,
Similar at times
But never picture perfect consistency.
Take a moment
To find your real world.
Close your eyes,
Here youdon’t need them.
Abandon your ears
For they deceive you.
Your body is a barrier
Preventing your connection
To this true plane of existence.
The existence of the mind.
Abandon all you think you know,
Forsake supposed spirit as well
And close yourself in that single room
Located on consciousness’ edge.
Open the door.
The room is immeasurable,
As vast as you like
Or claustrophobic as you hate.
No sense of mathematical perfection
In what your reality is.
Instead, there is only one thing:
Thought.
Free from all bonds,
And flying through the lack of air.
Thought.
Tell ME, can you relax
And see nothing at all
Abandon senses
And forsake your spirit
To see your world, your everything?
Perhaps.
Can you think along the lines of you
And ignore what the unthinking majority says
Is logic, the science of the brain?
Maybe.
Do it.
Don’t
Think
Just
Do
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Added on February 14, 2008Last Updated on July 18, 2014 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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