Sea of Mysteries

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Remember the sea as the shimmer of the sun reflected back upon the images of you and me?
Remember the times when we were free from the restrictions placed on us by this eucatastrophe?
Waves crashed against are shins as we basked in the sun, allowing the violet light to penetrating into our skin.
The cut that scarred your chin organizes other memories of us within.
Are we still as free as when we attempted to climb willow trees;
Or, have we entered into a different type of motion-picture reality?
One full of chaos and disorder with those who pledge their blind loyalty to the integrity of what they see to be the greatest threat to all of humanity.

Coincidentia Oppositorum

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Agree on the premises but squabble about the conclusion.

What sort of treachery has become reality!

It’s all about the rich, you see.

Ah, yet another scapegoat to deny my intrinsic responsibility.

Precisely.

Right and Left,

Rich and Poor,

Division is at our very core.

Our false dilemma is a deceptive snare that captures many in pits of despair.

Is all of this beyond repair?

Perhaps—to the extent that you’re aware.

How do you win in games of psychological warfare?

Prepare to be pulled into one-sidedness,

But continue moving where you allocate your care,

For finding bliss in either side would be remiss.

Before you dismiss, remember to give each cheek a kiss.

Divisions of the Heart

Brutality over emotionality is such a clever reality.

Chaos builds in the collective ‘we’ and inside of the individual’s ‘me’,

As violence in the name of righteousness blinds how we see.

An intermittent love marked by fleeting trust and hearts betrayed by lust.

Each day is a rush, as we move toward our eventual return to dust.

However, today is a must, for this is a moment to adapt and adjust.

Hope for More

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In times of turmoil,
You are there to help in the toil.
For don’t let these opportunities be spoiled by fears that you won’t succeed here.
God has a plan for those that seek His face
However, this journey is set at His pace and you must learn to trust and have patience, even in the fear and uncertainty of the duration of this race.

New, Collectively

In times of chaos and turmoil,
We are forced to recoil.
While uncertainty rises,
A certain peace subsides within.
From the depth of the numinous waters in thyself,
Emerges remnants of primordial past.
A shared adversary that has plagued the course of human history
Begins to rekindle the collective necessity for collaboration.
Our faith in society’s infrastructure diminishes,
As our mandate to one another replenishes.
The finish line has become unclear—
A pervasive fog obscures the cognitive certainty once known.
Leaving us to either agonize about being alone,
Or rejoice in humanity’s change to a compassionate tone.

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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?

Smoke & Mirrors

Let the smoke fill the air.
Carry forth the pretense that we do not care.
Refrain from addressing the tensions inside.
In masked desperation – attempting to maintain our pride –
The world confronts us now with nothing to hide.
Our eyes look to the sky for a guide.

“Oh Lord, give us a sign!”
Is it finally the time –
Or, is this just another war over some pipeline?
Bombarded by constant headlines of calamity,
My only taste of serenity,
now comes from the breath I breathe.
After all, I am free;
And you, my God, have always been my destiny,
Regardless of the haze I see.

 

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.