In a sense I am lost; feeling childlike in constant exploring of earth and oneself. I am, in a sense found; by my morality with love…and with compassion… I find myself restless in time, for time is complex. The mind cannot comprehend time nor comprehend anything in completeness. The Tao of existence unwordable, incomprehensible…
We are not all knowing beings but the fabric of existence has underlying comfort whether it is productive or not. Even terrible mistakes create great lessons. The child knows love most, your inner child craves it.
Life is complex in a mathematical sense but extremely simple in the aspect of conscious thought.
That being all that we have.
I trust this universe more than I trust myself. I say this in a sense that I do not feel in control, but the rain outside my window… it is bringing life to the earth; as is the sun, moon and the stars. Endless bounded in infinity… ; that is something I can trust. Allowing the universe to take control helps me in meditations and allowing what I cannot change.
Simplicity is bliss and sometimes in my childlike absence of self awareness, like when I draw a picture I am not drawing a picture. If I am absent and I perhaps simply am: the picture.
But as my inner child finishes the creation.
I must return to the grounding incomprehensible earth.
I hope my rhymings timeless; Poetic royal highness. “Minus the riches;” So… My rags will wash the dishes.
Whats the tea?
Turn on the kettle like… Ride my D–K or… My whip? Don’t trip it is a pedal bike.
Thats me.
I used to love some… doctor sues… Rhymes about hungry 8 legged octopuss.
OFF DA HOOK!
Im silly. Silly as a hillbilly. Driving a Lexus coup bumping biggie smoking a ciggy getting jiggy.
Really?
Naw son, Im dead cereal. Fruit loops enduced delirium. 6 AM: Dropping body parts in my gold fish aquarium
Vegetarian!
I DO NOT EAT GREEN EGGS N HAM. They Live, We Sleep. I’m out of bubble gum.
I guess its time I kick ass.
When I was a kid I danced around to brass monkey. Now I’m all grown up dance around to brass monkey. I tried to go to class n pass but math flunked me. Fuck me!
Hashtag Skunk Weed
I found some magic mushrooms on the way to the recycle depot. I could go pick them right now and become a psycho people.
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