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Awaken Intuition
Breathe the sacred breath of life,
Attuning the vessel to the Higher Self.
Focus on breathing,
As those thoughts disappear.
Rising like passing vapors.
Observe and return to breathing.
Relieve all anxieties,
Of spirit, heart, and flesh.
Notice the rise and fall of your chest.
Manifesting the miracle within.
In this moment, become calm in mind.
Close your eyes, surrender those restless thoughts.
Calming brain waves into ambient relaxation.
To heal damaged body tissues.
Releasing the ghosts of past trauma,
Anchor your focus on the breath.
Begin to feel relief from insomnia.
An end to overthinking.
Embrace deep, healing sleep;
Feel the body’s aura cleaning.
By elevating your vibration,
To the height of divine gnosis,
The whole body harmonizes.
Breathe and find eternal balance.
Within the realm of ultimate renewal.
Dissolve all earthly limitations.
And awaken your higher consciousness.
Bring down your heart rate.
To an Alpha frequency.
In pure devotion, your light is magnification.
Awakened intuition to reach quantum cognition,
Releasing inner conflicts.
Return to oneness,
Attracting love with mind fuel.
To a new beginning.
transmutation.
Near midnight, when stars sing their loneliness, my mind boils,
In a sea of thoughts flowing ceaselessly, like a river of memories and unfulfilled dreams,
My soul struggles in the nets of its own reflections,
In an endless search for perfection, like a bird trapped in a cage,
I stay awake, delving into the abysses of my mind, spinning in circles of illusions.
The question haunts me, like an echo in an empty cave: Are overthinkers with restless minds bad?
I always believed so, but now, in a moment of clarity,
I understand that "bad" is not the right word, it's an unfair judgment,
For rarely do you find a soul that thinks too much without being capable of deep love.
The night witnesses my insomnia, when sleep flees from me like a fleeting shadow,
My mind races at a million kilometers per second, losing itself in the desert of thoughts,
Obsessed with every detail of the day, striving to savor life entirely,
But everything has a price, doesn't it?
My thoughts throb from lack of sleep, my eyes burn with tears shed for unfulfilled expectations,
Despite countless scenarios imagined for perfection, the result is exhaustion—tired bodies, aching heads.
You're exhausted, aren't you? And it's all because you love life and want to make sure you're truly living it,
Not just being in the crowd, watching your body live for you.
And in this, there is beauty, a beauty in you,
There is beauty in overthinking,
Like a night flower, opening in darkness, shining in a secret light,
A dance of shadows and lights, a melancholic spectacle of my soul.
In the depths of melancholy, I find a subtle magic,
A golden thread woven through the fabric of thoughts,
My soul soars, even in endless agony,
For in every struggle, in every tear, there is an immortal story,
A story of love, of life, of the beauty of being human.
And so, in the endless flow of consciousness, I lose and find myself,
In a world of dreams and reflections, where magic and melancholy intertwine,
A world where overthinking is not a curse, but a hidden blessing,
A gift of the soul, a quest for perfection, a love that knows no bounds,
And in this endless dance, I find the beauty of truly living.
I was waiting for my discussion circle to show up,
about to conclude our reading of "Sacred Instructions"
When I saw a list above the server
in the library of Unitarian-Universalist wisdom,
Ten Things to Remember:
The past can't be changed.
Opinions don't define your reality.
Everyone's journey is different.
Judgments are not about you.
Overthinking will lead to sadness
Happiness is found within.
Your thoughts affect your mood.
Smiles are contagious.
Kindness is free.
It's OK to let go and move on.
In my Taoist way,
I took notes,
while transliterating the yin side:
The past can't be changed.
But can it be redeemed?
Opinions don't define your reality.
But feelings do.
Everyone's journey is different.
So your journey is not replaceable.
Judgments are not about you.
They are about us using punishing weapons
before trying empathic, and diplomatic, listening tools.
Overthinking will lead to sadness,
and bureaucracy.
But under-feeling will not lead to gladness,
or democracy.
Happiness is found within.
While sadness remains without;
and both are found in felt conversation
of climates within
and without.
Your thoughts affect your mood.
Your climate effects your feelings
about what you can and cannot do
about your mood.
Smiles are contagious.
So are frowns.
Kindness is free.
Meanness is prohibitively expensive.
It's OK to let go and move on.
It's also OK to hang and move in
to win/win hopes
and move through mutual detachment issues,
histories more curiously reattaching together
through mature listening skills.
Today,
nothing terrible happened.
Suspicious.
I waited for the plot twist,
but the sun just sat there,
warm and stupid,
like it loved me.
How does one be happy?
Does it look like
not being snappy?
What is being glad
supposed to look like?
A little less mad?
A little less sad?
What does it look like
to be joyful?
Nothing rhymes with joyful.
That’s not helpful.
Maybe happiness
doesn’t need
to look like anything.
Maybe it doesn’t need
confetti,
a punchline,
or proof.
Maybe it just sits there,
warm and stupid,
until you stop
asking questions.
I didn’t.
It stayed anyway.
#Let_me_be
Close your eyes
Hold my hand
Let go and let loose
Just trust me
Let me love you best way I know how
Wanna jump into this sea we call love
Without fear and expectations
Without doubts and care for what could go what way
Don't try to stop me
Stop overthinking
Let's love like there's no tomorrow
Let's blend like nothing ever blended
Let's be here mentally, physically and emotionally
Let me be
Your here and now
Your only one
Your trust
Your hope
Your love
Let me be your healing portion
Your leap of faith
Your only choice
Let me be your
Reason to smile
To love
To experience freedom
To experience unconditional
To experience your happiness climax
Let go and let love
Let me be that one person who can
Allow you to be fully you
Just let me be
#Poetic_Ink
I am a free bird
I wanna travel the world
Yet I am scared of having to give up on things
I am scared of never fitting in
Of knowing too many people
And never having a friend
I cry a lot
I don’t really know why
I miss my dogs
And my cat
I wanna hold onto people
Knowing I cannot
I struggle to understand this
Sometimes
The concept of being an azaad parinda
Interfering with the very idea of having connections in this earthly life
I kinda like singing, I guess
I spent eight years training in dance though
Never could breathe freely
Was too scared yet good
Not knowing what I was doing
Kinda freeing kinda stuck
Like your legs in a bog
In a long lost forest
With no one to hear you screaming
Except for the early critters
Not the very best word
But overthinking means losing the flow
And I am feeling this way
After a really long time and
I’m not really ready to give up on this once again
The past is depression
The future is anxiety
and this is the lesson
you live in neither these
Past dealings can’t be dealt with now
when dealt with past dealings they are
let go and depression can’t pull to drown
In the present you live you are
The plans for the future are played out
as they become the present for that they are
Overthinking assured or in some doubt
is anxiety breeding can only harm
The present isn’t a measurement it’s a moment
don’t let the past own it
The present is the path going forward
don’t wish it passed fast have known it
You don’t play the last cards you were dealt
when the game has ended
and you don’t sit and wish the next round,
Live in the moment
He chafes the prayer beads against his wrist
Has died lesser deaths of exasperated rage
It’s not forgiveness he seeks but purifying anger
To feel the rawness of emotion he focusses
On undefeatable loss and zealous slaughter
Of cross fires approaching target practice
A peaceful man and oft discerned by thoughts
In overthinking modes of analytical destruction
The old warrior aims to unleash condensing fury
‘I want to feel the hurt’ and so he turns inside
For considerate vivisection and careful attribution
Selects a modus operandi to excise the pain
Rips off the bandages and washes ointment from
Years of contained and preordained resilience
And resolves that ceasefires of mind must stop
Turns off the light to engage with boiling darkness
Plugs his ears and braves an onslaught of deaf voices
As cacophony and synaesthesia fuel the silent bellow
Once iron will is hot and set on scalding blisters he confronts
Injustices and ravenous beasts of incinerating prey head on
At last they fall on his scalpel once boiling point is reached
To remind himself of the successful operation he chooses not
To stitch the gaping injury because he needs encouragement
Instead he cauterizes his soul and seals a union with himself
16th December 2019
I'm so tired to speak,
so words remain asleep
it's a suicide of speech.
There is so much to say.
I fight silent soldiers of suppression -
terrorising like hisses from snakes.
Fragile expressions become
a potpourri of poisoned petals -
melting like snow hit by sunshine
it's a suicide of speech.
Another battle lost to your
wicked war of words.
Or is it the mind overthinking?
No immunisation for ignorance,
when you only see a machine without heart.
I'm mute like dripping blood
it's a suicide of speech.
Concealing truth under sorrow's veil,
so they only see my misleading smile -
they can never kill that.
After all I'm too tired to speak,
so let my words sleep
it's a suicide of speech.
Simple Musing
Silent One
29 February 2020
Just give us a break
As i sit on my own, im left to think,
Writing down my thoughts in pen and ink,
One thousand different things running through my mind,
A life without worries, is hard to find,
I question and doubt myself, day after day,
Overthinking and analysing in every possible way,
Some days are good, but then some can be tough,
Mental health isn't talked about and understood enough,
Left to feel like weirdos, we think we're loosing the plot,
Wondering how, why, where,
Who, when and what,
Putting on a brave face and a smile that's fake,
Wishing our minds would just give us a break.