poetry

Sitting at a Table

Sitting at a table at the park, I’d rather be sleeping at dark. Giving all I can to be here, While consumed by the depths of fear. Of existence, I know not the purpose, Does the Universe wind thread to pull and hurt us? Nah, the ebb and flow will come and go, Though the […]

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Oh, Creative Mind

Everything you know is made up. A sunset is beautiful because your mind told you it is, and you believed it. When you look at its vibrant oranges and reds, you’re only seeing what your mind created—a visual representation of a thing with no appearance. Your mind does this with all sensory input. All things

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While in this Place

While in this place, there’s only joy.No thoughts are here, no scheme or ploy. I am what is, right here, right now.Found this place easy, but don’t know how.And when I leave, I won’t come back.Until my trying, starts to lack. The feel of grass, upon my feet.Makes me the type, I’d like to meet.So

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