Synchronicity is the goal , here in the temporal world.
Absolute magic , a conjunction of inside & outside.
I do it daily.
I lose it .
I regain it.
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We live in Space and Time.
Both are real things, as Einstein labored to prove,
With math, but,
what did he mean?
How does it relate to my now?
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He said, faster you go, slower your time is.
Your subjective time stretches out.
To you? No.
To an “observer” who is not moving as fast as u.
This observer sees your time as taffy-like.
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My revelation today was: the observer
is you.
Your other you,
the one up hard in your head editing everything.
The one stuck in conventional time & space.
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I am a mess. I am childish, impatient, and full of insistent impulses that require immediate fulfillment. Yet I am also the observer of these impulses. I am dual. I know this because there is a Voice in my head. Telling me things.
As the observer, I want my other half to cool it, slow down, be mellow.
The crazy impatient me
Hears this but continues to follow instinct.
The observer decides instinct is a dead end.
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The observer can take over and make you a paltry presence, a wisp of previous action,
A watcher, not a doer.
And yet this is what is needful for you.
for a short while.
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Watching and seeing what it’s all about is educational.
When the
Burst of energy comes again,
It will include the lessons of the watching.
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Now it is watching & acting, in a pendulum phase.
Bipolar. Two poles,
at the same
time.


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You have much self awareness.
r./
r.
Boy have I learned that one too! I have the scars to prove it, sigh.
"Watching and seeing what it’s all about is educational."
We live and learn don't we James? Sometimes we learn watching others, sometimes we have to repeat it, but we all live and learn.
(to me any how)
I wonder if bipolar is limited to the bipedal?
Or if it exists elsewhere in the animal kingdom
I am quite familiar with the condition,
though not myself, through someone close
I worry about the meds
though some say a godsend
still, I wonder ...
you seem to deal quite well, Jimmy
either that or are a master
of disguise
"Einstein disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
passed this way an hour ago
with this friend a jealous monk"
Great poem. I admire your "chair" that you now can sit in and observe yourself as you go about your thinking day. You have a marvelous way of making bi-p "visual" (without x-ray glasses!)
You make perfect sense to me and many here so you got to wonder who the crazies are sometimes. Everytime you discuss yourself in terms of bipolar this or that I blanche-- because I sincerely don't believe that the word sick or ill applies to you and those like you(highly self aware and brimming with intelligence and energy etc.)
I never have been diagnosed with bipolar, but I'm sure I've given that impression, at times, when something overenthuses me.
I have a theory of everything - it's all shit. (you seem like one of the most balanced people in here, man...you've learned to cover it well.)
I love how poetic this is!
Especially liked, " ...faster you go, slower your time is."
And, "The observer can take over and make yo a paltry presence, a wisp of previous action..." Pow! That is hard core and so on the money!
Loved every word, James! This one especially talked to me this night...this night of the contradicting voices.
i have read everything here and thank u.
i thought this piece would sink and yet it did not.
i am evermore astonished by the power & glory of the os.
yALL WILL be getting a visit from me, soon. to you all, love
and hugs and all kinds of fun physical conduct.
about who I am
from the point of view of an observer
someone who thinks they know me
but I am sure they do not
If I could just give them a name
and be sure they are not me
and don't have my voice
then I can tell them to buzz off
or like Cee Lo says: Forget you
I would not have to listen to them any more
or take them seriously
what a brick off my back
thanks for really cool poem
got me thinking
rated with love