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(un)Balanced
Perfect Permanent Balance Does not exist Do not wish it Is simply the midpoint Of our own pointy pendulum While we find our swing To the next extreme A talent perfected Only in death ar Well...
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Restless
My baby likes me restless I must admit I like it too Careful not to “bliss” it away Or just distract with “comforts” new A strange direction or idea Could be born from agitation So I stay “mindful” not...
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Thirsty Ghost
There is a Pinot Called Samsara I will drink With pleasure tonight -a.r. Moody Blue by Kim Roberti
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Silence, Streams, and Spoken Word
It is written: “Learn this from the waters: in mountain clefts and chasms, loud gush the streamlets, but great rivers flow silently.” It is spoken: I am the water. Learn from me. We “stream-lets” that...
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Fits and Starts (again)
I evolve in fits and starts When shifting sand below my feet Swallows me and spits me out I grind the grit between my teeth Annoyed and agitated yes The stuff that sticks and stabs Might be the...
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Desire
As Breathers we are Tempted into Existence By The Big Other then there are moments i am tempted and able to deceive myself -a.r. Painting: Ocean of Shit IIby Conrad Botes
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Samsara
Birthing pains or deathly throws, It’s hard to tell which one, The wild-eyed flail and grasping, Desperation to be done. The mind cries, “I can’t do this!” The body’s losing ground, The little lump of...
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Trauma and Meditation: An Open Letter to the Community
Dear “Awakened” Communities, Yes I mean YOU, Buddhist and Non-Buddhist alike. I am angry with you. Yes angry, oops am I not supposed to be angry? Well buckle up, you may not like this ride, or just...
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Filled
I prefer a thrill To emptiness Even if it fills Me only to be Spilled again Splattered Everywhere And wanting — a.r. Splatter Paint by M-I-Arias on deviantART
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Listen
I am tired, Smile Of learned men With dangling Truths Instructing me To ignore my own Reality That my Dear mind These ears and eyes Which plainly see Are not quite Sane or trustworthy That all my past...
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