A strange urge grows within. A seminal truth I am not sure quite to believe. Is it a moment of clarity or deception? A smoke screen thats bright and clear but shielding me from the perfection of the abode?
I am Loved?
I am Free?
I am Clean?
I am unloved?
I am bounded?
I am soiled?
Trust the Sun and the Moon.
My mystic totem, hears my truth,
of what is still, a contained secret kept from me.
I am tired of this reality, I am tired of me. This is not a depression, but an underlying conversation I have with myself. In all innocents, I do not know any truth, just concepts of this existence. In which it's covered depths I have barely scratched , let alone explored. This odyssey is internal and eternal.
And I am afraid.
2 comments:
The world is full of smoke screens, the way we deal with it is how we will feel, be, and live in the future.
We can never know how we will feel tomorrow, but surely we know if we tweaked it here and there, tomorrow can be great....
Hope your feeling great today.
Thanks dude.
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