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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Dawn
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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Tidy house; Tidy Mind
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.
Morning reflection
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.
Morning writing exersize.
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.
Morning writing exersize.
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.
Morning Zendo
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.
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.
Today
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.
Good morning advice
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.
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