Doing & Becoming

Living in a constant cycle,
Moving in this perpetual flow.
Continual searching for how to know:
What is truth?
Where to go?
How is it that I grow?
Inundated by information
And cognitive processes of the mind,
I wonder if what I seek to find
Will not be determined through methods of this kind.
Instead, it seems that I am stuck in a state of motion;
Therefore, my devotion to feel comfort in a fixed notion
Is as futile as attempting to cease the tides of the ocean.
Rather, is the solution to quiet my own mind,
And embrace the natural anxiety produced by time?
Putting a halt to my persistent pursuing
And choosing to reexamine what it is that I am proving.
Nonetheless, it would appear that I am still doing,
Yet this reviewing is indeed quite amusing.

The Ebb and Flow of Letting Go

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It’s amazing what can happen once we stop believing in lies:
“I’m not good enough; I’ll fail –
Isolate myself away so that then everything will be okay, today.”
But this isn’t living, nor is it what we are called to.

Yes, it’s true that an unexamined life is not worth living;
Yet, it’s equally important to realize that an overanalyzed one is worthless, too.
It’s not easy to set aside these doubts,
Nor is it to overcome these apathetic bouts.

Nevertheless, it’s of paramount importance to keep on striving.
Neither for the sake of merely surviving or the continual ideal that we must be thriving.
What matters most is that we keep on trying.
Stop the fictional finality of moving goalposts to an unactualized “someday”
When everything is once and for all going to be okay.

Instead, embrace how you truly feel.
Validate that these emotions are indeed real.
Life is like a Ferris wheel, with some highs and some lows.
While this pattern is predictable,
The pace at which the cycle goes is a constant unknown.
Accepting this brings us to a choice:
Do we moan and groan seeking safety in being alone?
Or, do we change the tone, accept and atone, viewing each moment as a stepping stone?

Life Entangled

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Relax in the fragmentation of the senses.
Breathe in, allowing the recession of your defenses.
Freeing the mind from its proclivity for assessment
And the constant association of judgment.

Permit the authorization for amusement in uncertainty.
Ending the persistent cycle of modernity –
Replacing the world of urgency with that of harmony.

As tension melts into psychic malleability,
Refrain from the urge for mobility.
Refusing to flee from the onset of tranquility,
Erase the unquenchable desire to find utility.

Fitting the Fragments

As emanations, time disjoints us from the center;
Diluting the potency of essence invites a greater acceptance.
Working towards excess is perceived as the epitome of best.
While rest is vilified, even futile work is praised as paramount.
The haze of uncertainty breeds sentiments of apathy.
Lingering questions of doubt constantly circulating about:
To what does this all amount?

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.

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.

Pieces in Motion

How is the prospect of a discourse containing a remnant of remorse?
Are there pieces of decorum that haven’t cracked on the floor yet?
Fill your jars as you please,
And we all have versions of ease.
As gentle as a breeze rustling the leaves of trees,
I wish that time might freeze,
providing but a brief moment of a reprieve.

Reflecting Change

Discover what was written before the doors close once more.
Let all those frozen memories and hollow doubts sink and fall to the floor.
For what once lived is but a vapor.
A blip in the eye of our creator.

So, do not fear those shadows that try to speak your name.
Do not entertain them by playing in their games.
Rather, carry on as ceaseless ships,
Trekking lines in the sands of your wondrous trip.

Tastes of Grace

Rejoice in thy name and in the pleasure;
Deny thyself no more from the grandeur.
Allow yourself to play peacefully in this manger.

Drink from the spring within.
Reflect and let your soul sing.
Overflow with joy from grace;
But, what must I do to cope with this place?
Should I surrender myself and seek thy face;
Shall I quickly forget and walk at my own pace?

I am nothing without the gifts you bestow.
For what you are I cannot know;
And what you give is always right,
Even if it looks differently from my sight.
Being suspect to the illusions,
I humble myself to your conclusion.