Ataraxia Poems - Poems about Ataraxia

A sip of what you dream about, truly the reson you feel alive. Abstract confection whipped up rising with each shut of your eyes. Amidst the splinters of reality xanthic views pursue dominance. Imagine a vivid blue visionboard, alter that state of consciousness....

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Writing this I must be doing This I love I must I love it must Why? Heh, the words melt into nothing as they say Can’t understand it anyways The papers scramble and run and wait that’s not supposed to— Ah yes the letter? Yes, the letter Pretending it is all fine when it isn’t Ha Still, I don’t understand what they say ...

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Note to self: In observation where there seems to be nothing there, there is always air. Even without matter there is something for instance light waves. The spirit of the Divine in me seeks the Ataraxian mode of living Although I long for air in my lungs I keep bumping into tables and chairs,...

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Slicked back panther of pride News of the town in which you reside. Fall to the ground, gently but swift Release your ego to fly quickly adrift. Muddy your palms in the wake of the morn As the person you were is carelessly torn. Crawl to the well and give her your due The bird that now walks forgot how he flew....

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Ataraxia Ah ! Peace Peace apart from all the other wishings For it And other dreams For the world To be set Within its balm Peace Would be known If she were not so denied By those who cannot spell out Her sanctuary Or rest from her a single syllable For themselves Peace Apart from all the other wishing Would be To sit without words Listening to the voice of the world Next to her Peace indeed Found...

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Let me hear wind's voice When it dance with grace Upon the leaves of the trees...

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