09 June 2014

One Hundred and Eighty-Three


183


No matter your sense of sin, of guilt, of remorse, of separation, of inadequacy,
The essence you truly are ever remains pure, untarnished, immaculate whole.

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It is in the neural stirrings of consciousness that all bothers begin.
Such weight humankind has given to its indefatigable imagination.

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A tempest stirs in your shadow, and the sun in your light.

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Yet another day of pretending to be less than you are.

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Do you embrace the cutting edge or the wake?

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The photographs you really wish you had
Are in the camera you managed to forget.

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Grasping just how alone you truly are
Is a blow-the-breaker-switches moment.

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How can you ever hope to wake up anyone
Who spends life pushing the snooze button?

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So many minds a-dithering here, there, everywhere.

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Religions must depend on false gold because the real thing
Begets no followers, fills no coffers, and requires no temples.

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Unreal expectations are the harbinger of a dysfunctional relationship.

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Consciousness is stagnating into memes of its own invention.
All are petrified mindsets, groupthink, propaganda,
Which can only magnify the disharmony
Over imagined differences.