Table Thoughts

Slug on the chair
ready for the last minute meal
before bed.
What makes it different
is the type of sun
that crossed the sky.

Now sitting
Smiling
Knowing:
today was a good day.

Alone at the table--
maybe even looking grief
but inside
hearts flutter.
Millions of diamonds
shine bright.
Freedom rings.

Yet not lonely now
having get along
with the mind
not alone
but together as one.
No longer is thoughts split.
Experience of body
from ideas of mind.

Its finally one.

Is it truly bliss though?
Knowing of the conquering
of a feat.
Gladlyness expressed
by mere electrodes
of brain cells.
Synapse

Something made from nothing
is what the universe is.

Nothing can be ignored.
Not even the thoughts at the table.

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