Saturday, 26 August 2017

sad meditation, not steroids, or heroin, or fentanyl .. sad meditation, torturous, find you


it is very hard, not have bulging muscles, not be the handsomest guy on the planet, or the prettiest girl on the planet, or false drug trip "feel happier"

it is sadder to do the hard work

what do you appear as, being able to talk this, from inside

where is that

tiny unseen no identifying characteristics

human carry it

how


this is just a scan of some things picked up from the road and grass in a walk I was on, in the "Experimental Farm" / the top right, some stickers lying on the grass, unused, folded over on top of each other, they use to put on stakes, identify things

ah, they try to grow better plants

ah
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I guess for all of us .. "better" unnoticed how to touch and encourage "it's not even us" "for human consumption"

"tell me some"

"I can't even"
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what are you, the hardest stretch of years, try to conform, not want to do wild thing, or person, fed up, collapses, did you collapse when young "were done" "were effing done" why climb back, finally find meditation, not your first choice "for do anything"

not your first choice
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a serious type, it takes the whole morning, start off, the magnification phase, then part of the way through, I close off partially, come over here, to my desk, write, on a book, maybe post things to blogs .. continue, 100,000 page book, augments me, in moments I just can't be me, in life

and then after writing, I sit down to sit-down meditation, on a cushion, stiff, enough, my posture, supported, back unsupported, just sit, an hour and 15 minutes, one cycle through, guided meditation, by CD, but tough, the personal story, the personal fortitude, when face, human doesn't want this meditation at all, but does
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even more than be nice, be spiritual, /.. find the unsaid, it's not mean it's just not the facade still even of "be spiritual" what is to stun and be accepted

what we really are






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