The Guardian

The Guardian summarizes the conflicted, straining mind by way of an interesting allegory.

When I finally got to the top of the mountain I asked the Guardian, “how is it that you see everything, but it is so hard to see you?” The Guardian said to me, “it’s much like trying to take a shit while distracted; you know it has to come, but because you have no focus you sit, and you sit and finally you get tired of waiting, and so you push and strain, push and pinch trying harder and harder, but still nothing, no shit. So you start to get frustrated and think, ‘no shit will ever come.’ So you push some more until finally now your stomach is upset and it’s hurting and now you sit in pain because of all the strain. Writhing back and forth you struggle, until after some time, finally, shit. But it is not a quality shit, it is a bad kind of shit and so you finally finish and now your stomach remains hurting. There has been no relief. It is in this way that it is hard to see me; too much strain, not enough patience and focus.”

Karma

Live without thoughts,

that’s an interesting notion (the thought says almost simultaneously)

arresting me in another galaxy.

The karma on that shit arrives instantly,

i know cause i watch it taking place;

the future is forming all around me.

There’s no subtext here; i mean what i say.

How’s that for a moment of clarity.

They glare at me, i’m a rarity

Awash

in the presence of the mind’s eye

i sit in the womb of awareness

still

without words,

or worry

but only for a moment

Until layers of Opinions

and memories are turned

into thoughts.

Too caught up in this one

perspective

we’re lost within a stain of time

falling way behind

too late to hit rewind

and i just

keep repeating

trying to hit that benchmark

once blessed to perceive.

Remember just as we must let go of every breath

So too must we let go of everysight, sound, taste, touch, smell, and thought.

sight, sound, taste, touch, smell, and thought.

All of My Life

My life

All of my life

I’ve been runnin’

From thoughts (from you)

 

My life

All of my life

I’ve been runnin’

from truths

runnin’ from myself.

 

Why does it feel like the weight of this world

is pressin’ down on me,

the whole of

the collective

unconscious,

steppin’ down

right on me.

If I could just

give it all up

and set myself free

from duality

it would’ve been worth all of the pain.

 

My lord, My lord

My life

All of the time

I’ve been runnin’ from pain

runnin’ from you. runnin’ from me.

 

I guess I’ll have to say goodbye

Pack it all in

with the hazy lemon sky above me,

And leave the World behind

Scatter my ashes with the wind

‘Cause it don’t matter where I been.