Where am I? I whisper into the night. Why am I here, in this place, at this time? I wring my hands and crack my neck and stay worried all the same. Nothing feels grounded, nothing feels right about this place, this ephemera – this ME. The constant swirl of dogma. The constant berating threads from …
Wispy grey willows Hang down from the stars Ready to reclaim what Once was now ours Reaching and grasping Down to our Earth Whispering shadows Of darkness and mirth Enact into truth Pushed out into light We feel that something Just isn't quite right Blessed to our people We shake these lies down And no …
Enshrined Entombed Inside the womb I sputter and break the spell It’s hard to say It’s hard to stray But I’ll try my damnedest to dwell Outside my thoughts Inside the swell Of Being’s greater good To practice To be To strictly not need To stratify all that I could I seek to wonder, I …
Warpaint on ruins and Sliding the scales This is the reason We’re riding the rails We skim and we poke That which we see And we’ll wither and soak Right into the sea That is the path we can Choose or reject I just wish we could know this Before hitting 'Eject'
What is the difference between Good and Evil? Are they just labels that we assign each concept, or are they concepts that transcend our mere understanding? And how can I know the difference between the two in this utterly confusing present? This feels like a silly question to ask since there seem to be so …
Seeing stones and sills go by I see these things and start to cry So many notes are gone and missed I reach to feel them, shores to kiss I greet You and I rise up tall I want to search the Garden’s sprawl To wander freely, touch what’s true To love as greatly as …
Timing is everything Timing is gold Sending our signal Out into the Fold. Wandering spotlight On moment On space Leads us to now To where we must face. Beyond this mere slice We must reach We must grasp To seize the ordinary Audibly *gasp* A shock to the system Of mediocre life But what would we …
“You exist because you are loved.” These words popped into my head after work one day, out of the blue. I remember right where it happened: I was starting the first leg of my pedestrian commute, walking block one out of eight. Headphones on, music loudly playing. And right as I was passing a giant, …
Who are you? Who am I? A swelling, cataclysmic ride Pulsating, gyrating Bend and contract Pushing and pulling Ever more in abstract Who do we resemble? Who are we now? From the pale moon shadows, Bleeding the cow I can’t even fathom The perfect One here But I am just covered And smothered by smear.
Why do we need to apply conditions to our perceived state of happiness? Can you be happy always, anytime? I was confronted with these thoughts recently, and finally saw them for what they were: illusion breakers. Undoubtedly, the first time I saw a quote or meme that stated something along the lines of “Happiness is …
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