Paper Boat

Subtle shift in flow

Perceptions altered in state

Body calmly rests

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Seeing The Feeling

They come and they go

Like memories made of sand

Like dust in the wind

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Less is more

Awareness of awareness

Hyper sensitive alertness

Mutliverse of consciousness

Unexplained senselessness

Discontented with contentedness

This makes no difference to all suchness

It is, and that's that, no need for exegesis

Already whole, complete with fullness

It's not necessary to question it's genesis

More or less... An egoical exodus

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Wind Chimes

Here’s one I spat out this afternoon…

Inner body
Spiritual quarry
Sacred sanctuary
Godlike laboratory

Free mind
Third eye no longer blind
Compassionate, non-biased & kind
Seeks no more, no(-)thing to find

Free from the world of form
Stares without fear into the eye of the storm
The ego, the self, we no longer mourn
The shadow follows the light, without conform

Ghost in a shell
Escaping from hell
Nothing to buy, nothing to sell
Silence the demons, with peaceful quell

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Mirror Maze

I can see my mind
Now it can see me
Together we both work
in perfect harmony...

I walk along these corridors
of madness 🙄
Lurking round every corner
a certain feeling of sadness 😰

I might stay in the gaps
between each hall
Wait a little longer until
someone kicks a ball

I'm distracted by it's intrusion
I thought I was the only one here
Now follows confusion
Who spins the lazy Susan? 🤔

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I See You

Your mind thinks it's in charge
Like a ghost in the machine
It's just a passenger hitching a ride
on this intergalactic rollercoaster.

It's convinced itself you are you
The real you knows without needing to
know, your thoughts they come and go,
to and fro, into the stream they flow and
then they drown.

They resurface from time to time but they
are essentially dead, just residue floating
on the surface, some are like rotten apples
bobbing, enticing you back to take a bittersweet bite, fooling you that you won't choke on their seeds.

Let the apples go, let them dissolve into the
currents. Water purifies, and transforms them
into power, just like taking a walk in the April
Shower. The seeds that are leftover will blossom and flower.

My soul set free, the mind watches on from the view of it's Ivory Tower.

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Professor of Life (an ode to Alan Watts)

Prophetic wordplay

Dazzled with your wit and depth

Teach me your knowledge

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I spent many late hours listening to the teachings of Alan Watts whom I came across completely by accident. Now and again when I need to refresh my wisdom I watch and listen to him on YouTube.