stonerfromohio
Bluelighter
Sometimes I wake up and the weight is so heavy
It presses down whispering not to get out of bed
The thoughts come with weight
And I wonder why its started all over again
I havent even moved yet the pain is here
Thought streams float by before my eyelids have opened
I watch how they draw all the pain from the past
Makes me wonder how long this cycle will last
From experience I know you cant just run
So I take a deep breath
and i try and let go
I watch the past fade as my thoughts spit fire
The heat and heaviness collects in my body
But my breath never stops
I let it get deeper and fuller
letting the streams take their course
Sometimes they flow with such force
But all I can do is surrender and watch them float by
They tell stories of desires and dissatisfaction
Trying to bring them back from yesterday into today
But I just let them go
And come back to the breath
Each day the identity with these stories has to be dropped
I have to be empty if I ever want to be full
Starting fresh is a blessing
The mind trys to erase
When the whirlpool of thoughts quiets down
I open my eyes to another beautiful morning
Look around at my bed
Glad to have the tools to know how to let go of my head
Its not always easy but at least I know how
I dont always like what I see inside or out
but if I just follow the breath and create some inner space
What seems so out of place
Becomes just the dance of today
I put a smile on and take part in the play
It presses down whispering not to get out of bed
The thoughts come with weight
And I wonder why its started all over again
I havent even moved yet the pain is here
Thought streams float by before my eyelids have opened
I watch how they draw all the pain from the past
Makes me wonder how long this cycle will last
From experience I know you cant just run
So I take a deep breath
and i try and let go
I watch the past fade as my thoughts spit fire
The heat and heaviness collects in my body
But my breath never stops
I let it get deeper and fuller
letting the streams take their course
Sometimes they flow with such force
But all I can do is surrender and watch them float by
They tell stories of desires and dissatisfaction
Trying to bring them back from yesterday into today
But I just let them go
And come back to the breath
Each day the identity with these stories has to be dropped
I have to be empty if I ever want to be full
Starting fresh is a blessing
The mind trys to erase
When the whirlpool of thoughts quiets down
I open my eyes to another beautiful morning
Look around at my bed
Glad to have the tools to know how to let go of my head
Its not always easy but at least I know how
I dont always like what I see inside or out
but if I just follow the breath and create some inner space
What seems so out of place
Becomes just the dance of today
I put a smile on and take part in the play
