Chocolate & god

Chocolate & god

Where is the line
Between what is mine?
interchange and owning
this relational other
one sided copresence
doesn’t seem to work for
me
or in any way shape or fashion
There is always another
at least 3 sides
to the coin
why does one only
gain the light?
the insight
knowledge in darkness
fear of unknowing
the fear of not owning
that feeling of having control
whimsical dreams
of imaginative creation
finding their way from
cloud filled locations.
I see musical implications,
a new currency of art.

What is value?
what is yours?
what is mine?
What is stolen,
if impossible to own?
Timing is impeccable
that unpredictable interaction
Exchanging relations
objects we call matter
can they really matter ?
when deadend into
I owe U’s?

Love & chocolate
finding that sweetness
determined to connect
by acknowledging the disconnect
true to belief
or real regardless?
perhaps just being a lie

Buying something sweet
unable to break free
opening the cracks in this crust
instantly simpler
with a dose of sugar
and can’t forget the
cacao
an incarnation of edible love
Bought & sold as if it wasn’t alive
yet this feeling integrates
into my own animation
its life mixes with mine
changes my own
Creating something new entirely,
a life consisting of both
But how can this dead mater
gain life unless it was already living?
having an affect
doing that thing we call agency

sybiosis and comunication
resonance into new life
made possible by creation
by love
the transfer of information
energetic codes
blurring these forms,
a rapport into harmony
no longer apart,
even though it never was
lost to this sense object
perceptual relation.
labels of knowing
un-naming into complete connection
a non separability
and calling it god
as in so unsperate,
it remains distinct.

writing god with just
a little g kills the importance,
equalizing the relation
finding just an agent within agencies
patchwork networks & interacting
nodes of energetic dissonance
creating harmony in connection
exchanging information
always incomplete
yet entirely full
or essentially empty,
keeping potential on overload
this entangled becoming.