reality

Blurry Places

It’s a sense, a poem, a vibration. Stronger, until I run.
Run from dawn, I run to dusk;

Dusk to dawn, to night to days, the inbetween-
So perfect, it is magic.

The little wonder of rain out the blue; explanation exists to see.

Do I see?
What I want to see

Happiest believing in all that tells me they are as they are.
It is what it is.

The closer I look, the wider my vision, the less I see
When reality and make believe blur.

Blurry places make anxious.

I close myself to dream.

IW.

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111 Words to Wisdom

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