In this digital age I write on digital page
Entering the matrix at light speed
Screen time phenomenon encompasses the world
The latest tech always awaits you yet
With little more than some gigabites I figure write
I figured right to signal light
Across the world wide web
I hope this finds you in a peaceful state of mind to dwell
Awaken in the silence
Buddha science
Hot coffee hits the lips
There is no moment but this
Appreciated
Peaceful aint it?
In this winding net we weave and still believe in
Fact or fiction. What is this vision called reality?
My dreams sometimes seem far more tangible
So which existence is it we really live in or which ones a vision?
Perhaps neither are alive or… what we deem is our survival
Too much mandela effect here and deja vu
Psychedelics leave us more clues
They say seeing speaks reality into existence
I see eyes in all directions when I’m trippin
As the matrix watches I walk through that particular realm
How many are there? Honestly which one is real?
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I wish to rest in the womb of peace. For as long as it takes
Abide, inside, calm, ease .This is what I need
The world outside is a storm, I know. I do not want to go
I will stay in the warmth of security. It is purity
I rest deeply, profoundly. Love all around me.
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We live and dwell draped in a veil
Blinded and wondering where does the truth lie
Distraction tactics on the masses pushing plastic from the jurassic
The world is going up in smoke; we better have a classic coke
A sad joke
And jokes aside what comes to mind
Is what the world needs to entail
Coming together and peace prevail
Common sense! Dear rulers; no more bombs descent
No more small arms for men
First world, third world theres no difference
All individuals deserve a decent world to live
But I’ll say again, we are veiled and distracted
Sheeps masked and maybe I was designed to be tasked with this
Who knows, but I need to find a loop hole; to move
Growth
The typewriter magic clickedy clackin’
I ransack the tacklebox for shiny tabernak and apple sauce
I basket my ball and dribble with fiddle sticks a little bit; aweeee shiet.
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When the clouds part; when the sky blue
When the old out; and the in new
Im waiting here; In eye of storm
Shining bright; sunshine at dawn
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A tidy house is a tidy mind. Pick up the little pieces and find peace underneath it. Cracks and crevasses imbedded with Zen settled in. Once purified we can find the where’s and why’s. I find mine long before 9 am. Cleaning again as I always do. I must be thorough; scour the house for tidbits of dirt; I refurbish. Making the bed with care, whats here; whats there. All of the dishes sparkle clean and the drawers they are in. Desks and tables scrubbed to shine; of course cannot forget my shrine. A tidy house is a tidy mind.
I am so far from perfect; so many flaws
The things I’ve done leave some in awe
Done people dirty; making me feel unworthy
I’m trying to change; letting them know I am sorry
But I am not broken; I am full of love
Blessed by something; maybe from up above
I have an ego but I try to always choose compassion
Sometimes myself… just does not matter…
So as I fret on my actions… Karma law of attraction
I have to keep walking… This path with my traction
Walking along; this path we call life
Today can be different; today can be right.
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.
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