OBSERVANCE OF BEING OBSERVANT

Don't you feel the need to observe, the urge to just observe. You have been doing it anyway. Almost every minute , or once in a while. Upon arrival, upon resting, upon sitting or just standing somewhere. While driving off, travelling, walking, running. Do I need to write. Should we just be staying put. Make my thoughts dance and go crazy not being able to find an outlet for it. For an expression to set loose. A mind chained on a leash freed from this. Free your thoughts from the world.  How should we free our thoughts from the worldly. The worldly behavior. The constant lurkers, the perfectionists, the troublemakers, teachers, learners & the dumbfounded. Gobbledygooks, crooks, cooks, the raw. The amplified, soldered and well-connected. The string of thoughts we somehow fought for approval. And the bearable, unnecessary & tolerable nonsense form to keep the balance.  Balance, that awful task for the balance. The balance of the two, the drawing of the three, the gang of the four, the team of the five, the group of the six, the band of the seven, the congregation of the eight, the organization of the nine, the gathering of the ten, the elevation of the eleven, the rising of the twelve, the cruising of the thirteen, the dawning of the fourteen, the spinning of the fifteen, the magnifying of the sixteen, the flying of the seventeen, the calling of the eighteen, the spelling of the nineteen, the jumping of the twenty, the opening of the twenty one, the catching of the twenty two, the cooling of the twenty three, the heating of the twenty four, the pressing of the twenty five, the printing of the twenty six, the crowning of the twenty seven, the debate over the twenty eight, the line for the twenty nine, the thirst for the thirty, the wants for the thirty one, the blues for the thirty two, the spree for the thirty three, the core for the twenty four, the fight for the thirty five, blah blah to the hundred. 

We have to be more observant. Have we been observant all along anyway. Do some of the pleas for help or alms these days become disgusting. The disgust that some may find pleasing to the point of laughter. That laughter that is believed to be medicinal in some ways which may be offensive for some. The weather that keeps us on our feet, the sun, the moon, the planets, and the stars, this universe, the universal language of this moment unguarded.