Isn't it odd

Isn’t it odd. 

Being this thing called human. 

Taught as humans have culminated and shaped knowledge. 

Spirit animated water,   Matter,  

Moving form, 

Ethereal,  thought,  creation,   

Comprehension.  

Intelligent   by our conception. Of intelligence.    

Isnt it odd! 

Taught to fear blood, 

Yet the beauty of life is that of blood. 

Associated with pain,  fear,  and yet

The beloved womanly cycle life and death, 

Punctuating time, dancing with the moon, 

Emotional tides, 

And still,  

Oh no, there’s blood! 

Shall this not be celebrated? 

Eating and eating the verities of food preparation, 

Consuming all sort of animal, vegetable, fruit, 

And yet, 

Speaketh thou of animal cruelty?

Shall you not take the life of the animal, 

Process, deskin, and ready the sustenance ye consume?

Oh wait,  you don’t like blood, 

You don’t like killing, 

But you sure like to consume the byproduct. 

Penis, Vagina, 

Breasts, The food vessel of child, 

Yet condensed to lust. 

Wrought in domestication to be of a disgust. 

Defile the foreskin of the hidden mushroom tip, 

Why? 

Because it is said so, 

And then so it is. 

Because it is said so, 

And so it is. 

Generation after generation, 

Said so, 

Taught so, 

Domesticate, substantiate, 

Cycle after cycle, 

Isn’t it odd! 

Sleeping a third of ones life, 

Unconscious state of what? 

Oh wait, 

It’s just nature, 

Just the way it is. 

Oh. 

It’s just an axiom,   

So I am the axiom? 

The unspoken postulate I am seeing. 

And what are you o great human? 

It’s just nature, 

What’s just nature? 

Objective phenomena, 

The happening of perceptive linearity, 

Attraction and repulsion, 

If it is just nature, 

And You are the means by which It is perceived, 

Then are you not The IT of nature? 

Isn’t it odd. 

The observer is not the observed, 

For if this was not so,   there would be no observation. 

No IT.   no nature. 

No odd. 

Paradox paradox. 

Isn’t it odd. 

The blanket of stars, 

Clouds of meadows, 

Singing of waters, 

Breath of wind, 

Sustenance of earth, 

Embodiment of light, 

Sole heartbeat thy might, 

And yet, 

Identify, believe, deceive, conceive, 

Compare, contrast, better, worse, 

Condense the infinitude of thought into ideals of thine self, 

Potentiality becometh impotence confined to the tent of identity. 

Isn’t it odd. 

Years ago there was a massive water shortage. 

Conserve, flush only the brown, 

Don’t run the sink, 

Did the water just replenish itself? 

Cuz humans are now offering the already scarce commodity of blood, 

For the sake of Data, 

Identity,  Delusion. 

Out of sight, out of mind. 

AI makes it easy. 

Processing, storing, training,  

Cooling, cooling, cooling, 

Air conditioned, 

Bring in the money! 

Tax cuts, Use all the water you need. 

Shhh,    we won’t even make you reveal the consumption. 

Isn’t it odd. 

For it is even,  and so there is odd

Is + ‘nt -

Isn’t it odd

That odd cannot be without even. 

0, 1, 2       Even, odd, even

Oh wait, 0 is what? 

Nothing is something? 

Isn’t IT Odd. 

Isn’t even Odd

Isn’t it odd? 

Beings. The oddity whereby odd and even is discerned.  

Embodied in the pulse of +, 

Whereby - follows.   

The heartbeat of presence,  

Comprehending, expounding, discerning, 

The life a turning, 

Objective phenomena relate to the noumena of subject, 

Yet still not considered, 

In the consideration offering itself, 

Isn’t it odd! 

Chewing and chewing.  

Compress , decompress,  compress

Swallow,   Digest

That which was not you,

Has become you,

Was that ever not you?   

Isn’t it odd?  

No mater how or who you are,  

Ever are you unsure of others perception of you.

Doubting,  hoping,  compromising,  dividing, 

For what?  

A potential acceptance,  praise,  so they says!  

Aye aye,  

You make me cry.  

The greatness of beauty, 

Subjecting himself unto another eye.  

That ye cannot see behind! 

Isn’t it odd!   

Christ speaks kingdom of god is within, 

Religion speaks of a circumstantial heaven.

Objectifying a space and place ye can never go! 

As if ye can be elsewhere than ye are!  

Isn’t it odd!  

Those who speak of god, 

A god,  this god,  that god, 

The god,  their god,  

Really,   Isn’t this silly?  

My god,  your god, 

I’m god,  your god!  

Oh, so you own God? 

Isn’t it odd?  

Who,  what,  when where why is this god ye verbally trod!  

Eternal?   Omnipotent?  Omniscient?   

Why do ye speak of a he as the human deficient?   

As if god is made in the human image

Isn’t that which is all All proficient?   

That,  as an act, 

The matter of all fact! 

Is not a matter of fact, 

For Tis the fact of the matter.

Oh, so the Matter is not the Fact!    

Isn’t it odd!    

And so I retract, 

It IS Odd! 

I am Odd, 

Ye are Odd, 

And so we are dead even!   

Two odds ever make One even! 

One paradox