Carefree Incongruity

A constant pretense always engaged in a reality that’s counterfeit
And filled with frivolities that disguise themselves as serious beliefs.
Mesmerize me, and I’ll ignore the bleed.
Let those that are chosen to lead continue to be the ones to fill our needs.
Never question whether you’re free, for you’ve been given more than you see.
Shall this fallacy of relative privation squash all doubts and questions regarding my salvation?
Is it worth just accepting what the majority tells you is the correct story;
Or, is there an essence inside that refuses to hide in the face of intolerance?

Vying for Control

In times of turmoil, confusion, and uncertainty,
It becomes ever so easy to turn to the mind and hit rewind;
Or, make the choice to intensify the ever-raging battle against time.
Control becomes the mental shovel used to dig deeper the hole of despair.
All the while, masquerading around with a callous belief that we do not care
But this, too, is a mental delusion reinforcing that our will is the final conclusion.

Working for Rest

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Free are those that find rest in glee.
Motion is the way to be.
Deriving comfort from continual busyness,
Perpetuating a cycle of familiar dizziness.
Resist the urge to sit still
Out of fear of missing our fill.
Leaving a craving for our next meal.
Though the motion of this cyclical wheel,
Fuels our striving toward a paradoxical ideal:
A simple wish to finally feel still.

Musings of Apathy

When we breathe, do we ponder the air?
Do we live our lives guided by what we deem to be fair?
Or, are we simply bound by what we determine is worth our care?

Keep the mind in restless motion
And all the world’s constant commotion
Will fail to evoke a single authentic emotion.

Desensitize pain
And pleasure will also wane.
Focus attention on what will be gained
And refrain from reflecting on what still remains.

Seizing Peace

Remember me when I have fallen.
Hear me as I’m calling.

Control this space to interject your grace,
For I desire to know your face.

Allow me to finish this race
while running the perfect pace.

Unshackle me from the weight of these bones,
Comfort me into embracing the unknown.

A Reflection of Perception

Kneel in a sacred bow.
Perplexed by pondering all the hows.
Forget your neighbors’ furrowed brow.
Let go of everything that is not now.
Allow the stillness of the present to endow.

To recognize –
To believe –
How do I quantify my relief?

Perceive and report requires me to convert;
But, how to convey,
using words to say,
the reality of my mind as I pray?