The weight of a thought

Many thoughts float by.
I grasp,
They disappear.
Gone.
Not a trace of the
Intelligence from
Which they originate.

Its not the thoughts I'm after.
Its the Intelligence, that knows that
She who grasps loses.

Here we go again, you and I down Crisis Road.
But my heart whispers: "Christ is in the crisis."
I feel the skin of my ego thinning
As the uncertainty deepens and the options
evaporate like sea foam.

I feel the T within me.
The cross of my crucifiction, is the story of my misforTune.
But what if heaven were on earth?
Why everything would be inverted then.
ForTune would become misforTune
And misforTune forTune.

There's a lesson in that swing from one extreme
To the other.
Stand fast says my Soul.
I can suddenly hear that voice of deeper wisdom
Grown more numinous.
Speaking to me.

The Wait of a Thought

The weight of a thought is
Ephemeral
Immeasurable
In the distance between
thought and keys

What if all your thoughts were right thoughts?
Like jewels
Which you cannot wait to write down.

In my moments of
Prescient Presence,
I notice that there IS
in the ABSENCE
of idle thoughts
An attention and
Thoughtless Energy.

In the moment
That THINKS NOT of the past
And WAITS NOT for the future
Intelligence is utilized
into PER-SEIVING
the Present
Into acting instant-aenously
In the mo-ment-ality
With a full deck of in4mation
Whole-o-graphic V-shen
Great Attitude.

So what does a thought weigh?
Does it weigh you down?
Does it lift you up?
Is there power in your response
In the Mo-ment?

Which thoughts make your
consciousness FLOAT
On a C of Eternity?