I rise again. Digi pen WordPress finesse.
I’m tired so I chug iced beans supreme.
Im op tea mystic; why is this?
Sunrise please come find me.
I’m at the edge of the world where its time time begins.
I’m ahead of the clocks like the solstice.
Being alive in itself is a protest.
The wind blowing but I’m walking against the grain.
Maintaining and somehow staying sane.
The world is yours. Floor it into the next door exploring!
Eyes open… and surprise hoping so open your gift.
Here’s everything on your spiritual wish list. At least the gist of it…
No more need for these fiddle sticks.
I’m fixated and fixed to this new trail mix of bliss.
Contentment comfortably is the greatest luxury.
A mansion is not needed to rest your eyes.
Keep clean where you abide.
I am rich in spirit; In my lines you hear it.
Health is wealth; so build the self.
But do not attach to life; as we are all sent death.
Use your home as a Zendo of peace.
Everything you have is everything that you need.
Illusions of riches soon we lose with attrition.
Meditation on the dharma; the life has been given.
I am no teacher; so I’ll just have a seat.
Loving the poetry; in my Zendo retreat.
Night falls in the city and the sky grows dark.
The city? Lights up.
A hustle to work turns to endeavoring perks.
Nightly numbers to bring home in the covers.
Or simply a dinner with your love.
How many drinks on a Friday night?
Hopefully endless. Am I right?
However I choose to ignore the calling.
Into bed Im crawling.
With my kitty cats and zen music I drift away.
Friday night. Just another day.
Good morning,
I’m not sure what to say. But I’m here to face the day.
Trying to have a positive outlook. As I do the outer work.
May the sun shine inside me and out. No doubt.
I’ll try to make the most of it. I hope I can.
Let not the world get to you. Nor the best of you.
Remember you are building this. With resilience.
The sunrise.
It breaks the darkness into light
Illuminating this beautiful world
Thank you for this day
A day of an eternal rising blue sky
My night trances amuse me and I awake to a new world
The morning does come so quickly; and days fly by
I do not even pretend to understand time
I feel very young; younger than I ever have; as I age
So why does my face tell a different story?
Nevertheless, this youngster must learn
Time is precious
Turn off the news and stop scrolling the gram. Mind spam.
I’ll be damned if I stand another second on that platform.
Same goes for facebook or twitter. What a shitter.
X isn’t even my ex. Never fucked with the bitch.
Here I am now on the press, so whats next.
Important things like staying with wit, physically fit.
Feel like throwing my phone out the window, end the doom, so simple.
To be honest here’s the real word:
The news is the sun rises again and this is your world.
What is WordPress?
World of words; magic written aligned with style
Welcome to a place of pure freedom and expression
My suggestion is partake in the art form if you adore; explore more
Call it my own, call it my home existing a formatted form
You can choose to fight here or kick back; have a break; kit kat
I’m just here to build with grace
Many variations interlaced on the interface.
You dont know where freedom lies
Building our own prisons
Slaves to your own possession
Please find your way
And escape the matrix of your design
Before it is too late
Because freedom isn’t out there
Its in here.
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