There is no changing
There is no rearranging
Of the soul’s purpose,
Her need, Her desire, Her urge
To meet that goal of
Shining, shimmering, spinning in the sun with a smile
The sense of peace.
Rid oneself, fling off that cloak of unease
Which the world dresses us in,
Clads upon us.
Explore this culture, explore the world
Remind your heart, your soul, your existential being,
There is more than what you know,
There is far beyond what you do,
There are methods you would not think of because you are here.
Go, find them.
Let the world show you how to live.
You may be familiar with the abstract;
You don’t truly understand until you directly interact.
My mind mauls itself.
My mind, the masochist:
Self-punisher, if pleasure is not discovered.
If this is not right, I will evade, I will escape, I will find what I need.
The caring, creative, conscious creature
Silently shapes stone silhouettes
A silent suggestion, a whisper, a phantom:
Down the ear,
Straight to the mind.
Maybe the world isn’t so bad after all.
Horripilate the humans.
Scare them with the thought, the suspicion
This world has good in it.
Hey, little ant,
You’ve your own Epic to live.
Wisdom is admitting stupidity.
Broad vision is gained via admitted blindness.
You’ve known Id; now surpass Ego.
Embrace the flow that is above you.
Do not be so foolish to think that you truly know a damn fucking thing.
Ignore the Id.
I am my only idol.
Driving Cross Country from ATL to NoCal
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