The spiritual practice: it’s all so much
Ram Dass says, do it until you can’t take it anymore. Immerse yourself in all this stuff, until you’re sick of it. How long have
Ram Dass says, do it until you can’t take it anymore. Immerse yourself in all this stuff, until you’re sick of it. How long have
But I drink it anyways. The more time goes on, the more bitter I get; the complete opposite of what I strive. I see the
I want to drown in every word I’ve ever spoken and regurgitate anything that ever mattered. If I could retrace my steps, would I? To
It’s Monday and as I have a lot of work to do on myself in life and much more, I can see a dimension where
Because it seems as if I search for it in everything I create and come in contact with. I know now it’s not for poetry
The more days that pass it’s me that ages. I stuff myself in holes of immaturity and self doubt, buying my way into the fancies
AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of
Because it feels like I can’t breathe. Distract me from my mistakes because it’s getting hard to see; contemplating therapy. God has a chokehold on
How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily.
Do I have a reason to be? Others being scared for me—-scares me. Please stop. I’m more scared of things that have no matter. Not