How can we be so blind with our eyes wide open? Creating definition and acceptance of self... and utter revulsion in equal measure.
Fearing what can not be avoided. Avoiding what should not be feared.
Bathing in perpetual misery born of Mr Ego, the all-powerful Self dictating... and trying to fight it without understanding that the word is what creates sorrow.
Defining everything, trying to understand, trying to make sense, trying so hard to try, not prepared to see beyond all those human concepts that are our own prison... jailed in our so-called logic that is so flawed, corrupted by years of wrong interactions with our fellow human beings... Looking for something new, something different, something beautiful, something that's struggling to survive, something that we've smothered from the day we started interpreting, from the day we stopped discovering without any idea of precedence and future loss.
Memory our greatest friend and worse enemy. Traveling constantly in search of what we already have, what we had, what we will never have and worst of all, what we want to have.
I am one cell, you are one cell, we are the body & and mind of this strange diseased beast called Humanity that can't stop feeling sorry for its own existence instead of embracing the inner light at its core. We could turn every new breath into new-found awareness if we weren't constantly blinded by unrepentant, relentless delusions.
Being simple may be the hardest thing to accomplish.
Fearing what can not be avoided. Avoiding what should not be feared.
Bathing in perpetual misery born of Mr Ego, the all-powerful Self dictating... and trying to fight it without understanding that the word is what creates sorrow.
Defining everything, trying to understand, trying to make sense, trying so hard to try, not prepared to see beyond all those human concepts that are our own prison... jailed in our so-called logic that is so flawed, corrupted by years of wrong interactions with our fellow human beings... Looking for something new, something different, something beautiful, something that's struggling to survive, something that we've smothered from the day we started interpreting, from the day we stopped discovering without any idea of precedence and future loss.
Memory our greatest friend and worse enemy. Traveling constantly in search of what we already have, what we had, what we will never have and worst of all, what we want to have.
I am one cell, you are one cell, we are the body & and mind of this strange diseased beast called Humanity that can't stop feeling sorry for its own existence instead of embracing the inner light at its core. We could turn every new breath into new-found awareness if we weren't constantly blinded by unrepentant, relentless delusions.
Being simple may be the hardest thing to accomplish.
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But that stuff doesn't make the news.