sometimesihatemycat

Mind
A relay station
From sensation to story
I am starting to understand
When I sense it controls everything
Captured input turning into impulse
Impulse harnessed creating its charge
Fully charged and humming is possible

But injury would surely change my mind
Disrupt the direction of its conversion
Muddling receptivity and browning out
Or black if total failure would occur

But then there are rare moments
Switches I can control or flip
Process altered on a whim
Sorting signals myself

Another story started
Sparked by senses
Relayed by station
Of the mind

A.R.

Photo of a power tower 
Elliot P

~ by April on January 10, 2014.

Posted in Body, Identity, Meditation, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Body, Brain, Controi, Imagination, Mind, No-self, Perception, poetry, Reality, Self, Sensation, Senses, Story