For the nonchalant secret society, abstract thinkery
Love is reason enough to continue,
It’s romantic enough to get the chills all over my skin and remind me of how my every pore counts and deserves to feel it.
Love comes with adventures. Flavors and experiences.
To know love is to know pain disappointment and hardship.
To stand back up and continue to.. love. Not by replacing myself with changes or looking for approval in others but by growing my consciousness, my practices, my own love.
Not mindfulness here.
The mind protects me from threatening situations, from people.. from my own thoughts.
The mind has to be constantly updated.
The mind fights and quiets the soul.
The mind, can be very dangerous.
The mind keeps records.
The mind is necessary for the body.
Yet
The soul…
That my friend needs no update.
The soul leads to a gracious life experience.
The soul forgives.
The soul prefers to drive the body.
The soul it’s at flow.
The soul does not fight, not even with the mind.
The soul gets forgotten by our body and our mind.
And the soul never forgets about us.
The soul has patience.
My soul drives my body.
The empty space full of matter.
On what kind of reality do you want to be lost today?
The moment I was raised up by the reverse rain.
I was suspended by the exact horizon we’re the sky meets the earth.
Then; propelled towards the atmosphere where there’s no gravity..
Where my physical body is just a mass.
Where the air is a lot more respected by me.
Where my lungs are more than present.
Ahhhhhhhhh
Exhale..
And the inhale is almost a full body orgasm….
It was like a punch to the feelings when I saw this majestic animal playing freely in the vast ocean.
It was impactful,
I was overwhelmed by joy, excitement, awe, happiness, mesmerized and somehow; I started feeling compassion…
From there, all this wonderful feelings disappear like fireworks, leaving just a cloudy dense mass of sadness.
Guilt,
Remorse, for eating fish knowing that 60% of the pollution of the ocean its fishing nets.
All that earth, sea and sky pollution we fabricate to consume and please the unquenchable, me and you.
Today I recognized my silence
I kept quiet while hurting
I disrespected my body
Just to please you.
I laughed at pain just so we could continue …
I am cruel to the edges of myself.
To the body that takes in the outside.
I ignored the cry for gentleness of my body for many years.
My family thought me right.
Suffering over happiness and comfort.
Just like a pair of high heels.
I’m proud to say that a big part of me is a sociopath.
I don’t care about most and I don’t want to change that.
Sometimes, I find myself thinking on how I will like to hurt some people
Or how I will like to rip someone’s nipple out with my mouth! Just for pleasure.
It’s easy for me to stop physically my movements, but in my head.. in my head…
It’s a horror show! That I like. Sometimes.
[Justification] it’s note even that horrible.
This all sounds “bad”
But I can help to thinking about this kind of things once in a while…
I share it with my partner and we laugh about it. Yet..
I go to bed and really fantasize about it.
Am I a secret murderer?
Forget it.
Not everything has to be analyzed.
*I don’t like horror movies.
Are we to keep the flower alive?
If the word alive means to die
Is the flower to die?
Perhaps, this is where the hallucination of immortality comes to play.
We procreate to keep vibrating the rhythm of life going.
Even when there’s no natural life on this planet left. The symphony of us all will last and resonates a great while. like sound waves. -With our perception/measurements of time of course.
The world isn’t broken
The word doesn’t need help
The world just is
It’s just being a world.
Not doing, but by being.
…Just simply being, rotating, floating, shifting and carrying us.
We…
We do by being
We just don’t be
We want change and all
We enter rabbit holes and restless thoughts of wanting to be.
Well… you and I
Them and they
all of us, organism of this planet
Already are. Part of all.
It doesn’t matter how you do it, where you do it, when, with whom you do it.
You have already added vibration.
If anything… you are just adding ways, options, patterns, intensity.
Even when you passed away, you have already occupied space and rhythm to all.
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