From Inside the Eyelids

It’s not to say that all of it is mind

Not everything is reducible to mind or psyche

Not everything is reducible to atoms

In the reduction, context is lost

Context is trivialized, meaning is trivialized

The remnants are pure but empty

Outside of purity, in the context of the universe

Everything is as it is and everything is

To be is pure within its context

Its context is muddled

Within is the context, mind/psyche is necessary

What is this mind we’re a part of?

A mind not comforted by abject rejection, bias, tribalism

A mind based on reflecting its own limits, its own origins

But whose reflection draws shade and uncertainty

Being comfortable with not knowing our own self

Being incomplete and indetermined

Not being wholly mind but some

We are mindful of some and this is our origin

Without passing judgment, we are just aware of the circumstances

and context