Let what Is flow into me without the blur of these primitive senses
Five senses, all jumbled and begging for attention and colliding
In this mind at this moment
The I wants to explode with the frustration
Imagine a glass jar filled with water floating in the ocean,
the only way for the atoms and molecules to share themselves
is to pass slowly, eternally slowly through the glass.
I'm dying to pop that lid off and be with the Ocean.
Funny, I think dying is what it takes.