I am a vault
holding heavens inside. The moon pulls at my breath like the tides It creates a sigh. Exhaling experience in awe at the gift! In a dance on a swaying branch of the universe. Tranquility. Bliss. A chance: to transverse. An ability: to exert will. The power: of choice. I choose to be me. But where is the boundary between myself and other? Do my heavens not extend? Is nature not our mother? Connected spirits consciously experience similar thoughts similar feelings. Different interpretations different perceptions of it from it, itself. Pieces fit together, with nothing but permeable membrane as barrier. Role play in reality. Togetherness existence in Diverse unity; That's you That's me.
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Too much too serious
Relax have a laugh. treat it like a game and see how long you last. It's all here in front of you your perception of the good and the bad. It's not all on your shoulders like the weight you've had. So, step back and tip your hat you can and you will when you find a way to deal with that. If you were born without an ass
where, then, would you sit? If you were born without an asshole, from where would you shit? When you realize--one life becomes sustenance for another, eventually you'll learn that everything turns to turd. Ideas without execution Plenty of preparation and still no manifestation. The pressure of definition On the object of description Squeezing out a fear of miscommunication. But what's to fear of another's misunderstanding? To what effect is non acceptance? And why must acquiescence of self be heavy with reluctance? Not just the current self But a promise that my future can fit into this skin too. self in all stages The we of me. Each new moment brings along an entirely different state of being in need of adoption. Just as the previous performed its role for provision The now of myself will also. Then the next. Then the next. Becoming continuously keen to the alive alignment of molecules made human. Reveal them with your art. Learn each atomic shift within And sprout forward-forth from there. So make! Make ephemeral things To represent your temporal state. They will blow away with the wind just as your previous personhood. We are you So let's get along. I tend to put too much energy into being polite. Sometimes the boxes in my head aren't aligned just right. Life is complex, any way you look at it from the vastness of the universe right down to the very intricate. Paradox after paradox beyond my comprehension but there's beauty in the unknown and curiosity can ease the tension. |
AuthorMostly in a state of existential crisis, wrapped up in my own mind and in the thoughts that weigh heavy through cyclical depression. Thoughts consisting of anxiety and unhappiness about school, society, humanity, the world, the waste, the ignorance, and my own inner conflicts of knowledge and memory cause constant yearning to exist in a more positive and productive state. My writing through this time has reflected the tendencies I have to think too much, my resolution being through doing art and through connecting with nature. My writing process is usually different every time. Sometimes by compiling small phrases I’ve jotted down in my notes, other times by writing stream of consciousness, and others are more about what word sounds intrigue me. I have found that my writing reads best when I utilize all of these tactics together. Archives
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