Capricious

83 - Land of Origami

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."
- Siddhārtha Gautama

This origami world, a fluttering stage in time, riding with the luciferous crane. I am unplugged, mind focused into geometric shapes, ceasing to exist in curves. Climbing empty steps, in a subsiding landscape, it's raining drops of paint.

Paper castles rising from the beach, forever in the tide's reach, sucking away time like a leech, ever in chase of the sweetest peach.

Rooted in an entirely new world, with all new possibilities.

Stampedes no longer being made within my mind, the clarity of thoughts so intense and so free, reaching the ultimate state of balance with life.

It's a world of pattern and colour, flowing smooth, holding on and letting go, within my palace of independence. The treaty signed, I mellow to the song, surrendering my character for a time, to blow up in all that remains. It is all mine, and now the rushing waves have slowed, soaring free above the clouds, gravities of society weakening as I ride. We are stronger together, forging freedom in windows we have designed, a natural symbiosis, loosening my tied-up mind. I can discover, I can breathe, I can bear it, I can dream.

I have melted in, to all forms of life, I have found my place, and I have found myself.

I'm lost in abstraction, and I love it.

A blossom in the spring, clawing back time to live, a world fashioned by my design, to settle my searching heart. Slowing it down, more and more, playing out experiences, to the charm of my flute. I am more discovery, a nomad to thought and diversity; I am more a dream, a hero to aestheticism and pleasure. A balance is reached, the sects of my soul, to be entirely me, and to be existentially free.

Life seeps through, from electron, to consciousness, to existence.

Basking in the twilight reign, victor of battles from the day, growing out my ephemeral mane, now convinced that I am sane. For all the bliss I do too ache, the pain of passions missed, the roads I do not take, and the girls I do not kiss. But then I reason not to care, enjoy each moment for its all, for I have to me a love so rare, and I am completely the essence of cool.

A lullaby of the sweetest high, making me so childishly free, the end is never nigh, and I can simply be.

We leave it for later, and time runs away from us; we live in the now, and time never ends.

Dipping in and out of my subconscious, like a pool of abstract thought, an ecstasy of chaos in a familiar world.

It is as if my mind can only speak a partial script, its realisations untold for its poor vocabulary, else speaking deeper in sensation, the endless ecstasy of all I may know.

It's in appreciating the little things, the small pleasures and all they conjure up, living purely within a moment, a feeling, a thought. It's the light breeze brushing cool over the end of a hot day, it's the sweet tropical song of the parakeets in the trees, it's the divine sip of velvety smooth chai upon my tongue, it's the gradient of the setting sun drawing purple to orange to blue. No need to sacrifice for the desire of something more intense, I have climbed as far as I need to go, now I can simply enjoy all as it is. I delight in the very nature of the world, the story to every little detail, the art in nature and man, and the energy of every emotion we feel.

Want and desire are oft so very different.

Fragmented, I step into the echo, the wilderness subsides, breathing out the dread that submits my wearied mind. Nature takes me, in tears of existential pain, a forge of molten hypocrisy, drowned out by dispassionate ends. It cannot be reconciled, each piece of the puzzle to find, fogs crushing down through me, I can only believe I am free.

Bricks are breaking loose, neck wrapped in a noose, wringing myself obtuse. An element of flame, breaking apart the game, shooting off the same. I can't fight my way through, cannot build myself anew, and low each day I rue.

Copper crops burn under candlelight, and the waves dance along too, wax figures glowing within sight, spears thrown at every clue.

Soaking up the moment, in the solitary of the conscious mind.