Created By Thinking... Endlessly

C Chuy Amante
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Thinking is creating and each thought breeds another a birth control issue and you are their slutty Mother. One led to two, and two too had four more and on and on and on it went, hear we are a few thousands years later and we are drowning in hate and war. Two choices you have now think it out very slow they will determine EVERYTHING come on, let's go. First of all, if you love this place all its beauty and it's maddening pace you can continue to create it you're its only saving grace Now if you've been real creative and now you want to rest 'ceasing thought' is where you end this holy mess What you drop from thought really does not exist! How quickly can you make it, moving down the dropping list? It may exist for others but to you it does not continue on this course till you've pared down thought When the thoughts stop flowing disappearance will be gone too when there is no thought there is no thinker, you So who in the world created all of this sick stuff? Each one who was a thinker! A riddle not too tough? So when the thinker is gone ~Beingness abides~ when Beingness gets boring, even it subsides! Then a thought pops up! Right there front and center a new Creator is at hand the new cycle (Alpha) and in the beginning, man Thought comes first and then physicality it grows and it grows until a finality (Omega) When you are tired and want to have all fade sit still in silence while creation is unmade Let go of all that's out 'there' turn in, let go of thought. Find what you get and find what is not.

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