Though I’ve spoke in the twilight with Luna
Screamed in the desert at Christ
Dreamt in the ocean by Proteus’ side
Slept next to clouds upon Zeus
I am, still, defined, by this divide
I’ve Held heavens horizon by Yahweh’s truce
To drink from Pirene as Pegasus stands
Gaurding my vice as Gaia tames land.
With icharus carried the dragons egg
I am, still, in temptation, by my right hand.
I W
Focus on your inner voice.
Work steadfastly with mindfulness. Rest, meditate, thus achieve your goals.
Something is teasing me:
If I are not achieving goals it means I am being unzen, and not visualising or meditating to manifest these.
Anyone else being inflicted?
Good things don’t miraculously throw themselves in your path no matter how hard you work or how smart you may be, or how positively spiritually aware.
May I use an example of just how obnoxious this whole plague of thought and ‘spiritual enlightenment’ really is in its narrow mindedness?
Of course, I will.
Ponder: Refugees, Genocide, Child exploitation, Human trafficking, drought, starvation.
I think I made my point.
IW
There is no era more than now
to embellish upon lies fallen down centuries
as we sit watching suns going down
drink of lust in our hands,
seeing only visions
Yesterday carved in stone
winds blow away the rushing waves
When all that comes before it,
will be the sound of drums
upon mountains
as soldiers carry swords
to pierce the sides of Adams rib.
None other can come
than the already spoken.
No word, nor refuge for the hallowed
Earth bellows under weight,
In the labour she is in. ~IW~
~Idiot Writing~ 