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Do you sometimes wonder how to introduce what is out there to your soul and mind? how to understand that which exists, in that period of time? and in that present moment is real, and do you feel guilty if you leave it all behind? Have you heard that your ego will prevent you from being who you were meant to be? And you get absorbed in society’s creations but you find yourself confused, and unable to see. And you might search the news looking for those reads that will reaffirm what’s on your mind. And you “stumble upon” absurd conspiracy theories which you “miraculously” find. Can you somehow see a reflection of who you are? Or is the mirror broken, left far behind? Can you ask yourself, honestly, sincerely, what the solution is for human kind? Or do you get lost within the scope of your very own personal mind? And as you sit there do you blame others while looking for a system that creates the hurt? Deep down you know the answer it’s selfishness, hatred, power, and greed, which continue to subvert. What is real and what is fake? I often wonder what is true. Yes I listen and I analyze I use up a portion of my time to see it from a particular point of view. For now I want to spend my time searching within my soul for something that I’m unable in this world to find which baffles me some of the time because occasionally it’s born and exists deep within my very own mind. I’m just a being, living and trying to be that which I foresee searching for the spiritual in that which is before me at times attempting to find meaning in mortality with a burning desire to understand and see. It is contentment which I pursue Even look inside the cracks But at times like these contentment hides and the road ahead confuses me, so I retrace, as I retract. Maybe I got it all wrong Maybe some of it is right Maybe my vision is blurry and foggy Maybe at times I have trouble seeing the light. I can take what is happening out there interpret using knowledge, a view, and perhaps a belief but often the truth is just not there, and the news really stinks as it permeates and the nature of the many, rarely offer one relief. And I’m left with the choice to accept, dissolve, or set it all aside using my soul and my very own mind. And after attempting to understand I ultimately, usually, leave it all behind.

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