I did this one a couple nights ago while chatting away on PHC discord...
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Has anyone ever had a time in their life when things went right, when all your dreams came true and all you asked for came to you for the asking?
I don't know anyone at all that is thriving
Not one
Is lack how it is supposed to be?
Striving
Lifetimes of striving
For what
And if you get it you just strive for more or something else
Is there no satisfaction
No contentment
Is there no end to striving?
I don't know what I want, but I know I haven't got it yet
If I work harder for longer I'll get more, and maybe that will do it
But I'm trapped
In my circumstances
And more excuses come
And explanations
And boundaries
Like some never ending conveyor belt
Sending stuff to be known
Where is the peace
When will there be contentment?
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Fear
One of the 5 great barriers to enlightenment
Is that which frightens you in some way
That says you can't
Lip service to that brings misery.
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A wise man once told me that there were 5 barriers that keep us away from our truth
Anger, lust, fear, ego and greed
And then he said, but after these there are concepts
And concepts are the real barrier
And I thought: wow, but I'm all concepts from the ground up
I've got no chance
No fucking chance at all
So I went away and looked into my crystal ball and saw that it was telling me a Rumi thingy: remove all obstacles between you and your heart.
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And how do I do that I said to myself
In this prison without doors
As I was breathing in and out
And trying to meditate at the same time?
I had another series of thoughts that came and went
I'm forgetful these days
I can't remember one thing from the time it comes to the time it goes without forgetting it.
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But I always remember to breathe without even remembering it
Oh, I'm a big breather most of the time
Oh, yes
I can breathe through my nose too these days
I can also whistle and record it and add it all together until it sounds like there are hundreds of whistlers everywhere
But that's just an aside in my recording studios of life
As I think about timeless things
And get distracted
From what is real in my life
And looking around I try to see what is real in my life
I look left, I look right
I look up, and I look down
I look out, and I look in
And I just breathe for real, and for free
And no matter how I try, I can never say what it is.
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I'm not sure where I'm flowing
But I find myself in all the gaps and side spaces
Of everything I spy in the illusion
And shining out of them
Kind of like reaching through the prison bars for freedom
Many messages come, but only those are noticed in the din that come from letting my light burn.
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Yes I surely am talking to myself
I do that a lot these days
And sometimes I drink wine, which makes it a whole lot easier in the quintessential bar at midnight.
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