KurtAurelius
Bluelighter
Forget your thoughts..
Don’t trust them
But be yourself, else suffer.
Be someone without input..
How to be without input?
So I can’t think
But trained only to survive by thinking.
The circle ends with the idea of me, so how best to sever this attachment?
A body and vessel, concentration or longing
Mindfulness or perception
No in between the same as day or night.
Move past the perceived woes,
Learn, act, focus or be.
Those are the choices, unless neurosis is preferred, repeat the cycle again moment to moment, lesson yet to be learned.
Sitting here day after today, attempting to find a reason to justify existence and ignore feelings as how often have they just been irrational?
How then do I sever the mind from its body and dissociate in the selfish engorging animal I am?
One moment this, next feeling that or another meaningless emotion, and so the cycle spins and I am present, just pull back and breathe, ignore the sensations and move on, and so I find solace in crafting my perceptions.
Just write them down and continually dither in its action, relief from sifting the constant landfill.
My feelings don’t matter, even if the strength of their logic wishes to cling to such suffering.
I don’t agree with the world, I’m not motivated by money, or gaining empty pleasure, but ultimately I’ve negated my accountability and I must move on,
No answer then to breathe and do my best, and once again remember the circle and move past it.
Don’t trust them
But be yourself, else suffer.
Be someone without input..
How to be without input?
So I can’t think
But trained only to survive by thinking.
The circle ends with the idea of me, so how best to sever this attachment?
A body and vessel, concentration or longing
Mindfulness or perception
No in between the same as day or night.
Move past the perceived woes,
Learn, act, focus or be.
Those are the choices, unless neurosis is preferred, repeat the cycle again moment to moment, lesson yet to be learned.
Sitting here day after today, attempting to find a reason to justify existence and ignore feelings as how often have they just been irrational?
How then do I sever the mind from its body and dissociate in the selfish engorging animal I am?
One moment this, next feeling that or another meaningless emotion, and so the cycle spins and I am present, just pull back and breathe, ignore the sensations and move on, and so I find solace in crafting my perceptions.
Just write them down and continually dither in its action, relief from sifting the constant landfill.
My feelings don’t matter, even if the strength of their logic wishes to cling to such suffering.
I don’t agree with the world, I’m not motivated by money, or gaining empty pleasure, but ultimately I’ve negated my accountability and I must move on,
No answer then to breathe and do my best, and once again remember the circle and move past it.
